Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: 487-Want Her Dead

Emmet:

"Maximus—," I ran after him as he rushed into the woods. I couldn’t watch him look so sad and angry with me. I loved my baby brothers so much.

"No! You will stay away from me from now on. I’m done begging for your love and care. You’ve shown again and again that you don’t care about me," he yelled, turning around to show me his teary eyes.

Seeing the tears in his eyes felt like walking on fire. The heat rushed from my feet to my head.

I would do anything to make him feel better. But what could I do? I was in love with Helanie—the only person I could love after losing my first love.

Helanie came into my life and became so important that the thought of losing her makes me want to stop living. And she loves me back.

If it were someone else, I might have left her for my brother. But it’s Helanie, and her love is meant for me. I can’t treat her like an object and leave her for my brother as if her own will doesn’t matter.

"You say you care about me—do you really?" Maximus yelled, the strong wind blowing his tears away.

"I do," I said, trying to reach him, but he kept stepping back.

"Then reject her—leave her," his words made me freeze and take a step back.

"What happened? You don’t want to prove your love to me? The minute I ask you to give something up, you’re scared?" Maximus yelled, stepping even further away.

"That’s not fair," Norman’s voice cut into our stare-down.

"You don’t know what he has done for you," he snapped at Maximus, who shook his head in disapproval.

"Of course you’d say that. That’s what you always do. You try so hard to make us like each other, to make us care about each other, when there’s no real love or care between us," Maximus scoffed at Norman, waving his hand at him.

"This time I’ll tell you what you should’ve known from the beginning."

As Norman stood beside me, I turned to him, gave Maximus my back, and shook my head at Norman, silently asking him not to tell him.

"Why? Why don’t you want to tell him? Why let him hate you when it hurts you so much?" Norman yelled at me, raising his voice past his usual level with me for the first time.

"What is it that you have to tell me?" Maximus asked, but there was bitterness in his tone.

"Something you should have known a long time ago," Norman continued, even as I kept pushing him away, trying to take him with me.

"Let’s go," I insisted, grabbing his arm, but he shrugged me off. I saw Kaye arriving, his eyes showing he could sense some drama unfolding.

"Tell me," Maximus shouted.

In a brief moment of weakness, Norman said it all.

"Where do you think you were getting the blood from all those years? How do you think your strong and powerful brother kept ending up passed out in the hallway? You think it was just the alcohol?"