Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: 323-She Messed Me Up

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I rushed into my room, slamming the door hard and then opening it to slam it shut again. I wanted to break every inch of the mansion and set it on fire.

The anger inside me was unimaginable. I wanted to hurt someone so badly.

"I have told you to stop going after her. She is not the one. She was playing you," Ye yelled in me, getting anxious as I threw my stuff around—the stuff that was once so dear to me that I had gotten Helanie kicked out of the mansion when she accidentally broke it.

This stuff was once made for me by my mother. But why was it that I no longer cared about it?

"That is because we didn’t wait and chose that Kesha," I yelled back at Ye, getting angrier that he was still talking about Helanie like she was the one in the wrong.

"Just admit it. She is asking for rejection so that she can ask someone else to accept her. And it is different for us. We told her we are pretending to choose Kesha, not accepting her. We gave Helanie a chance, and she said she wanted to wait, so we had every right to move ahead and get ourselves a deal that suits us best. But she—she played you. Now that she found someone else, she wants to ditch you," he was going on and on even when he knew I was losing it.

"No! She will never do that to me. I will fucking kill whoever she chooses over me. She is my mate—" I screamed in my head, pointing a finger at myself.

"My own parents used to be so biased. They would pick others over me and look at me like I was the reason behind all their troubles. And now my mate—my mate is choosing someone else over me," somewhere, Ye’s words had gotten to me. I was beginning to have this feeling that maybe he was right. Helanie must have fallen for someone else. Why?

Why couldn’t she wait for me?

And who is it that she wants to date so badly that she doesn’t want to wait anymore, while with me, she kept asking for time?

I grasped my hair in my fist and started to pull it. Storming into the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and all I could do was let out a laugh at myself.

"You are so pathetic," I said to myself, shaking my head in disapproval.

"You couldn’t even get your mate, and you talk about achieving anything," I hissed at my pathetic, lonely image.

Defeated image.

"You have done nothing but try to prove your worth. You wanted everyone to know you are worth saving—that you were worth all the trouble. But the truth is—Mom was always right. All this trouble for what? For a son like you. You don’t even deserve to stand in the same line as your brothers," my eyes kept watching my face, and all I could think of was my childhood.

When I would stand in the corner with the nanny by my side and watch my mother playing with Maximus. She loved him so much.

She never loved me the same. She would ignore me while I stood there and sobbed, asking her to play with me.