Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: 216-Facing My Evil Mother

Helanie:

“Now let’s go. You need to be back in your academy and make sure you tell your friends to stop with their weirdness,” Norman yelled at me from over his brothers, who didn’t look too happy.

But they were too busy judging Emmet as he crumbled the letter in anger.

“Mention a gorgeous girl, and the alcoholic is suddenly growing a spine,” as I was walking past the brothers to follow Norman, I heard Kaye make a comment. And I knew it was towards Emmet.

I suddenly just felt so bad for Emmet. Whatever made him drink was overlooked. He was called these names without any mention of what made him turn this way.

After experiencing my own trauma, I’ve come to realize that the behavior of others is usually rooted from a deep trauma of some sort.

As I reached the first floor, I noticed Norman look a bit uncomfortable. He kept looking up as if checking on his brothers but would then force himself to focus on taking me back home.

“You can go talk to them, I can wait here,” I said, and when he looked at me, I shrugged.

I bet he wasn’t happy that I knew what he was worried over. But since I had already said it, he took the chance and rushed upstairs. I strolled and reached the living room where the women were once part of. They were not here anymore, but their little tea party was still ongoing from the hot tea in the teacups.

“Why are you back here? And why was Maximus holding your hand?” I recognized the annoying voice of Charlotte. I turned around and saw her stand there with her hands on her waist.

I was hoping she wouldn’t instigate me anymore. I was no longer the Helanie who would listen to them and only nod her head.

I grew a big tongue after becoming part of the academy.

“And why are you–huh! That uniform!” She sounded so upset when picking up on my uniform.

“What is your problem? Is it the fact that Maximus brought me back here or that I got admission in the academy?” I questioned in a stern and exhausted tone. The tone that instantly plucked her eyes out of her sockets.

I could almost hear her scream in her head as she pointed at me, ‘Look at the audacity of Helanie for using such a tone with me.’

“You know you probably got the admission because the brothers felt bad for you and were nice to you on the testing grounds,” she added, probably thinking she ate.

“Charlotte! If you think it is that easy and anyone can be a part of the academy by just making the brothers feel bad for them, why don’t you try it too? You can ask your mother to rub some butter on my mother nice and well and convince Lord McQuoid to give you admission in the academy! At least that will help with the bitter itch that you are having,” I muttered in a sassy tone, my hands on my waist and my body language just like the mean girls.

I swear I would hate anyone doing this to me, but only if unprovoked. Charlotte deserved it.

“How–,” before she could ask me how dare I speak to her like that, my mother dearest arrived.

“Mom!” Charlotte called for her mother, who I could tell had been hiding behind the door and listening in on our conversation. She jumped out, looking like a bouncer as she walked our way with her eyes narrowed at me.

Charlotte instantly ran into her arms, poor girl crying because I gave it back to her.

“Why are you back here? Why now? Why won’t you leave me alone? You didn’t want to be a part of my family until you found out I am going to marry a rich and powerful man. You only came back to take advantage, and now you got one. You are part of the academy, thanks to me,” hearing this from my mother was really painful. But I didn’t show it to her.

Imagine being told that you’re being talked about because of how well you’re doing in the academy, but somehow my mother never acknowledges it. It just hurts.

“When I left this mansion, I left the memory of you and I behind. I’m sure you did it too. And thanks, because it helped me find my own path and not rely on a bunch of people who never saw me more than just a weapon of revenge against their mates,” I spoke, my voice shaking a little. It’s not easy to find out that your parents only wanted to use you to hurt each other.

They only loved me until their rejection. Was I never more than that?

“You will not dictate my life and my suffering like that. I did not weaponize you. In fact, I don’t even want to acknowledge you as my daughter. You are nothing–” As she screamed in my face, she made me tear up. Good job! She could really break my confidence just like that.

But I shut her up when I screamed back in her face, “And I hope to stay that way. You are not my mother, as I am not your daughter. So don’t fucking yell at me. Don’t fucking tell me what I should and shouldn’t do with my life. And go ahead, fucking take care of that brat,” I shouted, making Emma quickly put her hands on her daughter’s ears so that she wouldn’t hear the bad words being said about her.

“Mommy, now you have to get me an admission in this academy,” Charlotte began to sob on her mother’s chest while my mother kept staring at me with her eyes wide and tears forming in them.

“What? Does it hurt? Huh! Don’t worry, once you get past the phase of wanting a family, you’ll stop getting hurt by everything they say to you,” I gave her a forced and very miserable smirk before I turned around to leave.

But that’s when I spotted Norman standing behind us, listening to us.