Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: 15-Eyes On Me

Helanie:

’Turn her around!’

’Let’s do her together!’

’Look at her, take a closeup of her face when I c*m on her’

"No! Get off me!"

"Get the f*ck away from me, you assholes!"

I felt trapped. The darkness was consuming me. I could hardly breathe.

"FUCK OFF!" I nearly screamed as a hard knock on the bathroom door jolted me back to reality.

"What the hell is taking so long? I need to use the bathroom," Charlotte yelled from outside.

I glanced back at the mirror and quickly stepped away, avoiding my own reflection. I wasn’t sure if I was losing my mind, but every time I looked into the mirror, my reflection seemed to stare back at me, almost as if she were asking why I hadn’t done anything about those jerks.

"Get out!" Charlotte banged on the door again. Taking a deep breath, I moved to the sink, careful not to meet my reflection’s gaze, and splashed cold water on my face before leaving the bathroom. Charlotte shoved past me, deliberately brushing my arm to make her frustration clear, and slammed the door shut behind her.

I wondered what she felt when she looked in the mirror. Her short black hair with long brown eyes must be so attractive. She wasn’t a broken soul like me.

The storm outside was raging, but everything had been secured, so the women from the basement had finally come out.

I was standing in my spot when my mother and Emma walked in. Charlotte emerged shortly after, her hands and face freshly washed.

"I can’t believe this," my mother exclaimed, throwing her arms up in exasperation before pacing away. If I had any other place to go, I would never have burdened her with my presence.

"She’s so stubborn. The moment she heard you’re wealthy and living in luxury, she wormed her way back into your life without a second thought," Charlotte continued her tirade against me. I wondered what I had done this time to upset her.

I don’t remember her being this toxic. Maybe her mother taught her how to manipulate and discard people perfectly.

"Norman has asked her to leave. That means he’s furious with her, and now with me, because I’m the reason she came here." So that was why my mother was losing her mind. It seemed like every conversation they had somehow revolved around me.

When I first told her about Norman, she was too busy worrying about the storm. But now, she was bringing it up again.

"The rogue king requests your presence at dinner," a maid announced as she entered through the slightly ajar door.

"Ugh! Let’s go. I don’t want McQuoid thinking I’m upset just because Norman is kicking my daughter out. He’ll start questioning how I’ll treat his sons if they cross me," my mother muttered, her thoughts entirely consumed by her own image and reputation.

Not once did she ask why I looked so pale, or why my chin was bruised, or why there were bite marks on my arms. I had tried to hide them, but she must have noticed the black eye and the other bruises when I arrived.

"What about her?" Charlotte gestured toward me.