Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6-Getting Rid Of Me

Helanie:

"Say that again?" Maximus asked Charlotte with a commanding tone in his voice.

"Why? Didn't anyone tell you?" she pouted, but she knew why they hadn't been informed. With the storm approaching, it had been decided that there were far more pressing issues than my introduction.

"Are you freaking serious?" His voice grew even deeper, and anger was evident in his eyes.

"I am sorry, but that is the truth. She came to stay," Charlotte kept one eye on me, almost as if she took pleasure in Maximus's reaction.

What she didn't realize was that his reaction stemmed more from the fact that he had said all those things to his supposed stepsister.

"Charlotte—guide the others; they are messing up the baskets," a shirtless man appeared with a frown on his forehead.

With a striking presence, he stood at an impressive 6 feet 6 inches, his figure commanding attention effortlessly. His hair was a mesmerizing blend of two-toned brown and silver-blonde. Long, thick eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows allured his emerald-green eyes, making them seem almost hypnotic.

A distinctive tattoo of a sword marked at the back of his hand as well. His sharp jawline and high, sculpted cheekbones created a striking contrast that highlighted his impeccable facial features. Without a shirt, his well-defined abs drew the eye irresistibly, the low-slung pants enhancing his confidence at the same time.

"Kaye! I was just telling—" I didn't know what was wrong with Charlotte, but she wouldn't stop talking. However, it was comforting when the man gave her a stern look, and she immediately zipped her lips.

"I will go guide the maids," she said, now that her task here was done, and she hurried away. But that didn't change the fact that I was now under the scrutiny of two men.

"Who is she?" Kaye asked his brother as Maximus continued to breathe heavily and glare at me.

"Meet our little sister, brother," Maximus muttered sarcastically. I had learned their names from Charlotte earlier that morning.

Norman was 25 years old, Maximus was 22, and Kaye was 20. And the brother that I hadn't seen around was 23 years old.

"What?" Kaye asked, his eyes quickly scanning me.

"I am Helanie. I am Ursula's daughter—" I began, thinking they would ask me more, but Maximus's loud, gruff interruption cut me off.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that you are my stepsister? Why did you stand here listening to me talk to you?" He stepped closer, his towering form looming over me, causing me to glance at Kaye for support.

"What did you say to her?" There was a strange hostility in Kaye's voice. He seemed very intense.

His body remained mostly still, and he kept his gestures minimal. He used only his eyes to track a person, without moving his head.

"Nothing—I was just assigning her tasks," Maximus replied to his brother but continued to stare at me, clenching his jaw. He looked so intimidating standing so close to me.

"You!" Kaye said, and Maximus stepped aside, visibly disturbed. It wasn't like I enjoyed hearing him speak poorly about me.

But I wasn't going to react because, no matter what, I had to stay here for my own good.