Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Chapter 15-Eyes On Me

Helanie:

’Turn her around!’

’Let’s do her together!’

’Look at her, take a closeup of her face when I c*m on her’

"No! Get off !"

"Get the f*ck away from , you assholes!"

I felt trapped. The darkness was consuming . I could hardly breathe.

"FUCK OFF!" I nearly scread as a hard knock on the bathroom door jolted back to reality.

"What the hell is taking so long? I need to use the bathroom," Charlotte yelled from outside.

I glanced back at the mirror and quickly stepped away, avoiding my own reflection. I wasn’t sure if I was losing my mind, but every ti I looked into the mirror, my reflection seed to stare back at , almost as if she were asking why I hadn’t done anything about those jerks.

"Get out!" Charlotte banged on the door again. Taking a deep breath, I moved to the sink, careful not to et my reflection’s gaze, and splashed cold water on my face before leaving the bathroom. Charlotte shoved past , deliberately brushing my arm to make her frustration clear, and slamd the door shut behind her.

I wondered what she felt when she looked in the mirror. Her short black hair with long brown eyes must be so attractive. She wasn’t a broken soul like .

The storm outside was raging, but everything had been secured, so the won from the basent had finally co out.

I was standing in my spot when my mother and Emma walked in. Charlotte erged shortly after, her hands and face freshly washed.

"I can’t believe this," my mother exclaid, throwing her arms up in exasperation before pacing away. If I had any other place to go, I would never have burdened her with my presence.

"She’s so stubborn. The mont she heard you’re wealthy and living in luxury, she word her way back into your life without a second thought," Charlotte continued her tirade against . I wondered what I had done this ti to upset her.

I don’t rember her being this toxic. Maybe her mother taught her how to manipulate and discard people perfectly.

"Norman has asked her to leave. That ans he’s furious with her, and now with , because I’m the reason she ca here." So that was why my mother was losing her mind. It seed like every conversation they had sohow revolved around .

When I first told her about Norman, she was too busy worrying about the storm. But now, she was bringing it up again.

"The rogue king requests your presence at dinner," a maid announced as she entered through the slightly ajar door.

"Ugh! Let’s go. I don’t want McQuoid thinking I’m upset just because Norman is kicking my daughter out. He’ll start questioning how I’ll treat his sons if they cross ," my mother muttered, her thoughts entirely consud by her own image and reputation.

Not once did she ask why I looked so pale, or why my chin was bruised, or why there were bite marks on my arms. I had tried to hide them, but she must have noticed the black eye and the other bruises when I arrived.

"What about her?" Charlotte gestured toward .

"She has to co too. Otherwise, McQuoid will think I’m a bad mother," my mom replied, her gaze as hollow as her words when she looked at .

"And it might be her last dinner," Aunt Emma added with a shrug. I followed them to the dining room where Lord McQuoid was already seated.

I sat down next to my mother, despite her obvious discomfort. I kept my head lowered, forcing myself to stay seated and not pass out.

"Where are the brothers?" My mother forced a smile every ti she ntioned her stepsons.

It reminded of the fury in Norman’s eyes, my eldest stepbrother. He practically glared daggers at earlier, nearly choking with his harsh looks as he passed through the living room, heading upstairs to find his brothers.

"Norman and the others have been running around, taking care of the academy and the mansion. And I believe they’re still a bit upset about what happened this morning," Aunt Emma responded, her gaze slyly shifting toward .

"They should be here. They ought to have one last dinner with their stepsister," Lord McQuoid insisted, causing my mother to shoot him a harsh, judgntal stare.

"Why? Can’t you see how much her arrival has upset Norman? He never raised his voice like that before, and Maximus has never threatened to leave! Why are you trying to ruin the little bond I’ve managed to create with your sons?" my mother complained, her frustration clear as Lord McQuoid shook his head.

"Let’s just eat," Lord McQuoid said as he started on his al, prompting the others to follow. I hesitated to touch anything at first.

That’s when Norman reappeared, and I instinctively straightened up. He had changed into a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular arms and a tattoo of a devil’s eyes on his left forearm.

"It’s fine. We haven’t started yet," Lord McQuoid replied, smiling as if pleased his son had joined us.

"The others are still handling matters at the academy. They might not make it tonight," Norman said, his voice calm again, though I couldn’t forget the way he had spoken to earlier.

I noticed that Norman hadn’t glanced at once. His muscles were still taut, his veins prominent, making it clear he wasn’t comfortable—his whole body seed too tense for that.

I reached for the spaghetti bowl, but Charlotte’s sharp glance warned to leave it alone. I nodded silently, watching her place a single loaf of bread on my plate.

"Why just a loaf of bread?" Lord McQuoid noticed, and finally, Norman looked in my direction. I realized then that I had been staring at him far too intently. The way he leaned over the table to reach for sothing, his broad shoulders hovering over the dishes, the way his massive fingers gripped the fork—it all captivated . The silverware seed almost invisible in his giant hands, and everything around him looked so small in comparison. When he took a bite, his red lips brushed the spoon clean, and then I felt his eyes on . That’s when I realized just how inappropriately I had been staring.

I quickly looked down, embarrassed to have been caught by him.

"She has a tiny stomach. I don’t think she can handle the fancy food yet," Emma remarked as if I had just wandered out of the wilderness. I had eaten good food before, but I had to admit, the dishes in front of were prepared with such precision and made from the finest ingredients.

"She’s a young woman, still growing. She needs proper nourishnt. Serve her well," Lord McQuoid didn’t appreciate Emma’s attitude.

I wondered if he noticed her stopping from taking anything other than the bread. As Emma grudgingly filled my plate, I started eating.

Ugh!

I couldn’t believe how embarrassing I was. The mont I had a spoon in my hand, I began shoveling the food into my mouth as if I hadn’t eaten in years. They all stared at in silence until my mother nudged with her elbow.

"You must be really hungry," Lord McQuoid comnted, and I nodded, managing a weak smile.

"I haven’t had solid food like this in a week. This... tastes really good," I murmured, my voice shaky, tears welling up in my eyes. The whole table listened to , no one interrupting. It felt like I was on a desperate mission, trying to store up food for the ti I’d spend searching for a ho after they kicked out of here.

It wasn’t until much later that I finally looked up, only to find them all staring at in shock.