Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: 392-Wanting Maximus

Charlotte:

"What are you doing?" My mother slapped my arm a little too hard this time to get my attention.

"Ouch?" I winced, throwing a puzzled look at her. I wanted to look my best tonight.

"Why are you wasting your time here? Maximus will be arriving any minute now. Go stand at the door and greet him with the freshly baked lasagna," my mother motioned for me to get up as she held the baked lasagna in her hands, still wearing oven mitts.

"Umm, I need to look perfect too. Just one last touch-up." I put on some lip gloss and a little glitter on my neck and chest before getting up.

"I hope he doesn’t ask for the recipe," I sighed. My mom would bake stuff, and I would take credit for it.

It was all to impress Maximus. I had been putting in so much effort since I was just a teen. We lived in the same mansion, but he hardly noticed me. I wanted him to be my high school boyfriend too, but that didn’t work out either.

He never even looked at me, even though he would check out anything with boobs. It hurt whenever I watched him go out on dates and have fun with other girls.

But I stayed patient because I had manifested ’us,’ and it finally came true. I was so glad I had asked for his phone that night. I remember vividly how tired he was when he got home, and I asked to use his phone. I had been in his room the entire time he was gone. That’s when I saw Helanie’s message pop up in the notifications.

I quickly asked for his phone, and he gave it to me without checking. I bet he didn’t think I would be crazy enough to go through his messages. I deleted her text, making it look like she played him at the last minute.

He went on with his life, thinking she was going to make their relationship public.

I didn’t like seeing him in pain either because I cared about him a lot, but it had to be done. Otherwise, he would never hate Helanie.

And then I played the master game.

Flashback:

"What are you doing in my home? Don’t you know anyone related to that Ursula isn’t welcome here?" Lady Darcy had such a dark look on her face that I considered turning around and running back home.

Even when I didn’t want to, sometimes humiliation was worth it—especially when it was about Maximus. I could get insulted all day, every day, for him.

"I am not related to that woman. I know I can’t say it out loud because my mother and I have nowhere else to go. But—I promise you, I don’t like homewreckers either." My confidence and words made her raise an eyebrow. That’s when I knew I had her attention.