Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637: 637-The Ex Needs My Help

Helanie:

"I’m not saying her cries are fake, but if only she’d had that realization when her sister was still alive," I grunted, my hands pressed against the car’s bonnet as I tried to calm myself. Norman and the others were wrapping things up, since Salem’s father had collapsed after hearing the truth. Sydney had to be escorted home while she cried uncontrollably.

Maximus stood next to his car, leaning over the bonnet with one arm folded and his other hand under his chin, watching me non-stop.

"What?" I finally snapped at him.

"Can I call you mine now?" The way his mind went there shocked me. I groaned and looked away.

"No," I hissed.

"Can Kaye call you his?" he asked, and I shrugged in response.

"Wait, so he can call you his, but I can’t call you mine?" he continued, sounding like a child fighting over a toy.

"Because even when he was hurt, he wasn’t as rude as you were. You made me feel so low that night, Maximus," I scoffed, straightening up and folding my arms across my chest.

"That’s not fair. I was hurt too. I’m just– a bit more vocal when it comes to showing my emotions," he insisted, trying to reach for my chin to hold it between his fingers. But I kept turning my face away, shrugging him off and stepping back.

"When all this is over, I’ll stay with the others, but you’ll be excluded," I said firmly. I heard him gasp dramatically. When I turned to look at his face in disbelief, I found him holding his hand over his mouth, pretending to look hurt. But it was all an act. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Yeah, you can’t do that. You can try to avoid me, but the minute I stand behind you—" his voice turned low and seductive as he moved to stand behind me, but I stepped away.

To be honest, I wasn’t in the mood for any of this. I was still hurting from Salem’s passing. I didn’t even know how to feel happy anymore. But for the sake of everyone else, I was holding it together.

"Helanie, may I have a word with you?" Our banter was cut short when someone else arrived. We both turned around to see Altan standing by his car, dressed in a black suit, his eyes watching me with a look that carried a silent desire.

"No, you cannot," Maximus responded for me before I could say anything, while I just stared at Altan. Every time I looked at him, I was reminded of the times when I was a stupid, innocent teenager. I still am, but at least I’m not stupid anymore.

The way he had dragged me into his world, the way I was punished just because his father thought he was serious about me, it was so unfair. I hadn’t done anything to deserve any of that.