Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 171

171–Facing The Bitches 

Nora: 

When I woke up the next day for school, my eyes could barely open. They were swollen shut, and I hated that I had shed so many tears for Cain. I didn’t even feel like having breakfast. Sitting with them and eating, especially after they had welcomed her into this mansion, was just too much for now. 

In fact, I wouldn’t have been so upset if Cain weren’t my mate. Obviously, the brothers wouldn’t understand and would just confuse the situation with me dating Brody. But the only reason I said yes to dating Brody was because none of my mates could step up to accept me in front of their father. They just had their fun and then ditched me. 

“Aren’t you going to join us for breakfast?” Lord Atwood managed to get my attention as I walked past the living room. I turned to the open door and saw everyone sitting and eating breakfast as if it were a normal day. 

“No, I’m not really hungry,” I excused with the fakest smile ever. 

“But you didn’t eat dinner either,” Lord Atwood continued. 

“Dad, she’s not a child. If she doesn’t want to eat, let her be. You don’t have to beg her to eat,” it was Cain upsetting me once again. He seemed to have made it his life’s mission to hurt me. 

Not only did he not care anymore, but he didn’t like anyone else caring for me either. Would I be able to live like this if he continued to make my life miserable? 

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“He’s right. No one has to beg me for anything,” I retorted, though it didn’t seem to affect anyone as I briskly walked past them to get out of sight. 

Once outside, I glanced around at the cars and their drivers. Until now, I had never been allowed to have my own driver. Lord Atwood had always insisted that one of the brothers accompany me for my safety. But I supposed with the man who used to call the monsters behind bars now, there was no external threat. 

I took a deep breath and approached one of the drivers. “Can you take me to school?” I asked, not really knowing which brother he worked for. 

“Miss Nora!” a driver called from behind, prompting the one I was speaking to to point in the opposite direction. 

I turned and watched as the driver approached me. 

“You’ll be coming with me today. I’m just waiting for Lord Atwood to arrive,” he explained, making it clear that Lord Atwood intended to accompany me today. I nodded and stood beside the car, waiting for Lord Atwood, who didn’t take long to appear before me. 

The two of us got into the car, and soon our journey began. I wasn’t naive; I knew he had something to discuss. 

“Nora! Are you upset with me?” he began, his tone gentle. 

“No! You and Cain made sure I understood how the decision was made. She is his fated mate,” I replied, trying not to sound taunting, though I couldn’t help it. 

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“And you know how hard it’s been for my to find a fated mate,” he 

added. 

171–Facing The Bitches 

“You see, I would have intervened, but he told me he allowed you to date Brody, the guy they dislike so much. Besides, he promised that Natalya wouldn’t interfere with you anymore,” he smiled, unaware of how much seeing Cain dating Natalya bothered me. The fact that Cain. had told Lord Atwood that Natalya wouldn’t bother me explained what a liar he was. He knew I couldn’t help but be affected by seeing them together. 

“I understand. It’s just that I might need some time to accept this change,” I mumbled softly, feeling there wasn’t much left for me to say but to accept it. 

Soon, we arrived and I jumped out of the car. Being back at the school. where I had been bullied mercilessly made my heart race. I took a deep breath and marched inside, straight to the lockers. 

However, the whispers were absent this morning. Nobody pointed at me or made fun of me. Everyone was minding their own business. I had expected some of them to talk or make comments, but it seemed everything had been taken care of 

As I reached the lockers, I noticed someone giggling beside me. To my left stood Natalya at her locker, dressed in her old attire. Her ponytails were short but neatly done. 

There was a smile on her lips that couldn’t be wiped away. 

“Hello, sister–in–law,” she teased, her tone mocking and her smile taunting me. 

“Get a life, Natalya,” I retorted, shoving my books into the locker.