Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: 138-Ending The Affair

Norman:

The sight had left me deeply unsettled. I didn’t even know how to process it. All this time, I had been worried about the wrong brothers. Kaye was always the quiet one. He never shared his concerns or secrets with anyone except Maximus.

So, I wondered why he hadn’t discussed anything with Maximus. If he had, Maximus would have at least told me.

"Norman, my son!" The moment I stepped into the open door of my mother’s office, I was greeted by a distressed mother.

A few hours ago, I had come here intending to argue with her. But now, my focus had shifted to Helanie and Kaye.

"Come, have a drink with me," my mother gestured. Mr. Larry quickly filled my glass to the brim.

He handed it to me, and I sat across the table, staring at my mother and then at the glass in my hand.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done today?" I began, taking a small sip as the alcohol burned my throat.

"I understand you’re upset, but I’ve always tried to motivate my children. That girl highlighted it in a negative light and made a whole scene about it," she said, waving her hand as she swirled the wine in her glass before taking another large sip.

I could tell she had been drinking even before I arrived.

"It was a big deal for Kaye. And Helanie stepping up to defend him has made him softer toward her," I explained, watching her frown. Before she could ask any further questions, I added, "She’s clearly hitting on Kaye, and your son, who has always craved acknowledgment for his hard work, has surrendered to her beauty and antics."

I watched as she straightened her back and set her glass down.

"So, congratulations. Your resentment toward your son over the years, blaming him for your failed marriage, has finally pushed him to find someone he sees as a better mother," I muttered, recalling the kiss I had witnessed. He wasn’t looking for romance; he was looking for a mother figure—someone who would take care of him.

And he had found one.

I’m sure Helanie had been showing him care and concern.

"That can’t be. She’s his stepsister," my mother almost hissed, biting her tongue angrily.

"But she’s not. I saw them kiss tonight. And I’m certain it stemmed from the fact that she values him and his hard work, unlike you. So, congratulations again—you’ve successfully pushed him away. He’s no longer your problem," I said, setting my glass down and clenching my jaw with every word.

Once I reached my bedroom—we all had a room at Mom’s place—I dialed Kaye’s number. I needed to pull him away from her.

"I’m at Mom’s place. But you’re not in your room? Where are you?" I asked in one breath, making sure to sound stern enough to unsettle him and compel him to return to the mansion.

"I was on a walk outside. I’m just coming back now," he replied. The urgency in his voice clearly indicated that he was rushing back, leaving whatever he had been doing with Helanie.

"Okay, I’m waiting for you," I lied before hanging up. I didn’t have anything to discuss with him. I just wanted to see him return to his room, after which I’d head to bed. I’d been awake for nearly forty hours, and my mind was racing with so many thoughts.

"Maximus claimed to have felt the mate bond with her on the ground. Emmet treats her like no one else ever has. And now Kaye! Kaye has been having an affair with her. What is going on? Is she doing this on purpose? Is she here on a mission? What if her mother knew about it and that’s why she kicked her out of the mansion? Perhaps she feared her daughter having an affair with my brothers could jeopardize her own relationship with my father?"

I stayed outside, pacing back and forth in the hallway until Kaye arrived. He didn’t take long, but I noticed he was missing the blanket. I had a feeling he’d left it with Helanie.

"Yeah, you wanted to talk?" Kaye asked, looking sheepishly grim.

"Nah! I just wanted to say goodnight," I said. While patting his back, I noticed a long blond hair on his white shirt but decided not to confront him about it—at least not now.

"Okay, night, brother," he replied, avoiding my gaze as he entered his room before me.