Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: 520-He Is Not So Scary, Just A Delusional Alpha

Helanie:

Norman and the others had to walk away to have a word with the council’s head before I joined them.

I was sitting outside the court on the bench, staring at the pleasant weather when a few cars started pulling up.

I knew who they were.

Romeo and Darius walked out of their cars in suits as if they were headed to their weddings. That’s when their eyes landed on me, and Darius stopped dead in his tracks.

I tried avoiding direct eye contact, but it seemed like he was beginning to walk in my direction. I squeezed my legs together, turning my face to the other side, yet he kept coming.

"Dude, no," I heard Romeo call after him and stop him, but Darius kept going until he came straight to me. Now I couldn’t avoid him.

"How are you, Helanie? Are you doing okay? Getting married to the man who’s been seen as your stepbrother must have been such a blow to your dreams," Darius said, sitting down on the bench beside me. I quickly slid away from him, keeping my head straight, but I kept my eyes to the side, ready if he dared try closing the distance between us.

"Anyway, I am really upset for you. That whole nightmare you’ve made up in your mind about that night — I do believe it’s a psychological issue. You must have dreamed about it," he angered me with the calmness in his voice.

And the fact that he was saying this when we were alone made me wonder if he thought it would be that easy for him to manipulate me.

"Really? Let me guess, you’re some saint, and I’m the monster?" I turned to him, and as I hissed at him, a smile started to form on his lips.

Almost like he found himself victorious for getting a reaction out of me.

"You look so adorable even when you’re angry. But that’s not what I’m trying to say. I’m not a saint. I’ve done many wrong things in my life. The biggest — one being not being able to help a wounded soul. I should have paid attention to your mental health and done something about it," his tone was sharp but with a hint of sincerity.

The fact that he was saying all that with his chest out was giving off arrogant vibes. That’s what it was. No wonder he had no regard for my freedom and stole everything from me that night. In his head, he can twist the words and narratives, and he will be heard.

"Anyway, I haven’t come here to call you names or anything. I’m going to make a huge decision for you today," he confused me. He placed a hand to his heart and sighed when saying those words.

That didn’t make sense to me.

Why would he think so highly of himself when he knew I had seen the evil in him that night?