Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 353

Chapter 353: 353-She Belongs To Me
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My mind was racing at this point, and I was trying my best to drive safely, even though my hands were shaking. I couldn’t even look at my brother. I felt ashamed of myself. And Kaye was losing his mind.

I couldn’t really understand why Helanie would do this to me. The only thing I kept coming back to was that maybe she got upset that Kaye had made Kesha an option, and she wanted to punish him by letting him know she left him for someone else.

That could be a possible reason because that’s why she suddenly left me too—by accusing me of playing her. She used me to take revenge on Kaye and then dumped me.

I kept my fingers wrapped around the steering wheel while tears forced their way into my eyes. The problem was that I had never felt like crying before, even in the toughest situations.

But at that moment, I wanted to cry my heart out like a child. I had loved her a lot, so it wasn’t easy for me to live with the fact that she had never loved me.

What should I do now? How would I ever be in love with someone after this?

My attention snapped back to Kaye, who was waving his hand at me to stop the car before I ran into the main gate.

I hadn’t even been paying attention this whole time. I felt guilty for unintentionally hurting my brother.

I parked the car and got out, running over to the other side to hold the door open for him.

“Let’s just not tell anyone about this,” I requested, and Kaye nodded.

“Whatever she did was messed up, but—I—I don’t want her to deal with angry glares. I am helpless—I am a damn coward who cannot stand up to her.” I began to look away because my brother was staring at me. I could tell he wanted me to make eye contact with him.

“And you think I could stand seeing her hurt? She played me worse. She didn’t even want to accept me, even though I’m her mate. Do you think you love her more than I do?” I was surprised when Kaye put it that way.

I gave him the eye contact he had been wanting and instantly felt my heart break. He liked me less.

“I am sure—she didn’t mean to. She must have been hurt that you made Kesha an option,” I tried to make excuses for her when Kaye gently pushed me away.

“Right! And the punishment for me was to use my brother against me. Well, I must say, it worked. I am hurt, brother—and it doesn’t help to look in your eyes and see love for my mate,” he pointed a finger at his chest and yelled, “but of course, you are the winner. At least between us two.”

I wanted to hug him, but he kept pushing me away and trying to breathe. I was worried for him, even when my own body was in a lot of pain.

“I don’t want our brotherhood to be ruined because of this,” I held his hand to plead with him, but he shrugged his arm free.

“I don’t know. It will only heal when the love in your eyes for her fades away. Because I am damn sure mine never will,” he made it clear he would never stop loving her. Then, he stopped briefly, turned around, and gave me one last look. “As for her reputation, I would choose hers over mine any day.”

Instead of going back inside, he gestured at his driver to come get him. He slid into his car and sped away while I started dialing Norman’s number.

It wasn’t a good thing for Kaye to be out there when he was so stressed.

Me: Norman! I have been trying to contact you. Can you please check on Kaye? He was upset about something and left in a hurry.

After I sent him the text, I rushed inside, went to my room, and locked the door so no one would bother me.

I sat on the couch, holding my phone in my hands, scrolling through pictures of Helanie from academy projects and tests.

“She is so pretty,” I felt a weird pain in my chest.

“But she is not yours. She is your brother’s. Are you really going to choose her over him? Even after it was clear to you that the damn whore played you? Do you even know how many other dicks she had in her mouth, pussy, or ass—”

That was it. I got up, grabbed the knife from the table next to the fruit, and stabbed it right into my chest.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

My wolf understood that if he said one more word about Helanie in that way, I wouldn’t hesitate to put myself through so much pain that he would die crying.

“I’m sorry, okay? But how would you describe her actions?” Now that he knew I would do anything, he asked in a much gentler, more respectful way.

“We will just say—she deserved someone better than both of us.”

I finished and narrowed my eyes when I saw one particular picture I took a long time ago. It was a picture of her pendant back when she was stuck in the dream prison.

“Hmmm.” I searched the picture and found some similar items in a rare online book posted several years ago.

My heart started to beat faster when I read some of the comments, but one particular comment stood out to me.

Random user: Although they are a pretty collection and rare to find, I can’t look at them the same way after one of the girls started wearing them to hide her damn ugly pheromones. She’s some girl I’ve seen around whose pheromones make men go crazy for her. I believe the pendant is innocent, but whatever spell was cast on it to hide her pheromones just makes me dislike this piece of jewelry.

She had commented on the same pendant Helanie wore. And the comment was from a few months ago.

“Remember at the training ground? She took off the pendant in the middle of the fight. Oh heck! She played you far worse than we imagined.”