Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 414

Chapter 414: 414-Too Scared To Go Against Her
Helanie:

“How dare you come to my home and tell me how I should deal with the members of the mansion,” Emma grunted, her eyes shooting daggers at me as she walked closer.

I noticed the kids shifting behind my back as if they were afraid of her.

That stirred strong emotions within me. I remembered my own childhood and how I used to be afraid of my stepmother to the point that I would hide under my bed the whole day.

“I am their babysitter and their stepsister,” I didn’t care who agreed or not. The truth was, I was part of the family now.

They cannot expect me to follow the rules of the forbidden relationship while not accepting me as a stepsister. If I was forced to keep my hands off my mates because I am their stepsister, they better give me that title of the stepsister too.

“Oh! So your mother was right about you. You wanted to—” Emma reached over, standing face to face with me.

“I don’t care what you or your friend thinks of me. I will not explain myself to any of you, but I will drag you through the mud if you dare raise your voice at my stepsiblings,” I hissed, warning her, until someone arrived, and we had to step away from each other.

“What is going on here?” Norman asked, rolling his eyes at me the minute he saw me.

The feeling was mutual.

“You again—” he expressed his exhaustion visibly. I was so glad he wasn’t looking at me with pity anymore. After that whole confession I made, his attitude softened towards me, and that would remind me of that night even more.

I didn’t like being seen as just a victim, and thankfully, he noticed and went back to his usual ways. It made me feel normal and okay.

“That is what I asked her—who hired her—and she just started saying so many mean things to me in front of the kids.” She used a much more dramatic tone while shaking her head in disbelief.

“She was scaring the kids,” I frowned at her, explaining what was really going on.

“Really? Why don’t we ask the children then?” Emma placed her hands on her waist and asked me, then turned her head, bending down with her hands on her knees for the kids to respond to her. “Did I say anything rude to you?”

I had a very bad feeling about this.

I turned to the kids as they started to step out from behind me.

“No!” And then Demi shook her head. I didn’t blame her for denying it. I had been in her place once, and I remembered how scared I used to be to tell even my own father what my stepmother used to do to me all day.

Norman tilted his head and raised his eyebrow at me, probably calling me a liar.

“See? She’s causing trouble,” Emma straightened her back and folded her arms over her chest.

“No need to be all cocky. And why were you asking Helanie who hired her? Don’t you know already?” Norman turned to her and used a much firmer tone. I never caught him talking nicely to Emma or her daughter.

“I was just trying to start a conversation so that she feels welcome,” Emma uttered, trying to sound sweet and vulnerable, as if she was being nice and getting attacked in return.

“You don’t need to make small talk with her. She is not a guest; she is a part of this mansion. She can come and go whenever she wants, so if you want to be nice, go bake some cookies and make tea for her and the kids,” Norman’s orders had to be met with immediate execution, even when Emma seemed shocked that nothing was done about me supposedly lying to Norman about her mistreating the kids.

She lingered in her spot for a minute before finally leaving.

“Kids, go wait for her in the garden. She’ll be there in a minute,” Norman said, sending chills down my spine.

Why did he ask me to stay behind? What could he possibly want to talk about?

“Argona called me and told me you were out in the full moon’s light. What are you planning this time?” he asked, his fingers tangled around his cufflinks. For some reason, he had gotten them stuck in his sleeve the wrong way.

“I was wondering when you’d start spying on me again,” I taunted but noticed his souring mood and quickly added, “I just wanted to get some fresh air. And you must already know I found Emmet in the woods.”

I noticed his expression hardening, so I added, “And I’m sure you know why all your brothers go into the woods at night during a full moon.”

I watched Norman narrow his eyes at me as if asking me to explain myself further.

“I know about Maximus.”

I watched his nostrils flare, and his fingers left the cufflinks alone.

“And I haven’t told anyone,” I added.

“What about Emmet? What do you know about him?” he quickly questioned, as if, at this point, he already knew I had found out about Maximus.

“Whatever you know.” Not sure if Norman knew exactly why Emmet used to be out in the woods on full moons, I played a little trick.

“Don’t be vague,” he warned me.

“Go ask him. If he tells you, he tells you. I’m not telling you any of his secrets,” I folded my arms over my chest, clicking my tongue, which I knew bothered him so much.

“I will definitely ask him, and I’m warning you to stay away from my brothers,” he was back to treating them like kids who couldn’t make decisions for themselves.

“How long do you plan to keep them sheltered?” I asked, frowning.

“As long as I can. And if I find out you’ve been going around telling anyone about Maximus—” he warned me, pointing a finger in my face, when we suddenly heard someone behind him.

That one voice changed Norman’s expression to worry.

“What about me?” It was Maximus, wearing a confused look on his face.