Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 450

Chapter 450: 450-A Help From Her!
Helanie:

“Umm, so! I was dating this asshole because I didn’t know he was a creepy person,” she stated, her voice high-pitched, her hands doing all the drama.

“Huh! And you think we’ll listen to someone who looks and acts like a whore?” Darcy judged Lucy from her tiny skirt and top.

Lucy gasped dramatically before pouting and pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“She’s mad because I dumped her,” Romeo called out before she could say anything.

She looked up from her phone and faked another gasp of shock. “No! I dumped you! Your fucking dick stinks. Ew.”

Her words made everyone look away as she quickly bit her tongue and mouthed the word “sorry.”

I didn’t know what she was doing. I thought she would be enjoying all of this.

And why did she even come here?

“Get out of here right now. This is a serious issue. We don’t need someone who doesn’t even know how to talk or act,” Darcy yelled in her direction, but Lucy just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. Even the trainers were watching her in shock.

Emma and Charlotte were clinging to each other in the corner as if they were afraid of being under Lucy’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Anyway, so as I was saying—I have proof that Helanie isn’t lying, but this fuckhead is a liar,” she shrugged, waving her phone casually with a smirk on her lips.

“There’s no way you have proof because it’s all a lie,” Romeo quickly jumped in to defend himself, glaring at her the whole time.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that. I survived a fatal fall. I’m not afraid of little boys like you,” she pointed a finger at him, making him clench his fists.

I could only imagine how angry he was, knowing he couldn’t put his hands on her at that moment.

It was scary how hard he was trying to silence her. So whatever she had, it could help me.

“Who even let this thing come here?” Emma thought her voice was low enough, but since everyone had gone silent, her comment ended up being a little louder than intended.

It reached Lucy’s ears, and she turned to glare at Emma. “You’re one to talk? You live off your friend’s relationship with the Lucan King. You’re a leech. And so is your—ew—daughter, who has no sense of fashion, by the way,” Lucy rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers sassily.

“Lucy!” Norman hissed, and Lucy quickly straightened her back. I noticed the way her eyes lingered on Norman for a moment before she gently bit her bottom lip.

“Yes, professor, am I being a bad girl?” she replied in a sultry tone.

Even in such a stressful situation, I got to see Norman look completely awkward. He turned tomato red. He wasn’t very comfortable with people flirting with him.

“Behave. Say what you have to say,” Maximus interrupted, saving his older brother from the awkwardness.

“I have proof,” she repeated.

“We heard you the first time. What is it?” Darcy folded her arms over her chest.

“No! I won’t talk to you because you’re so rude. A girl was gang-raped, and instead of showing kindness, you’re being mean to her. You’re not a girl’s girl,” Lucy continued until she noticed the brothers glaring her down.

“Okay, okay, I won’t get distracted again,” she added and held out her phone to Norman.

However, as Norman reached for it, trying to take the phone from her hands, she pulled it back—only so she could say something.

“I’m not a bad person,” she uttered to him, tilting her shoulder slightly up to touch her ear. “I’m a good, good girl, sir!”

That tone was so weird.

“Okay, I’ll give you an award for it,” Norman muttered, but before she could pull any more stunts, he quickly snatched the phone from her hand, this time with little to no reaction to her antics, and started staring at the screen.

“What am I looking at—what the—” he hissed, grinding his teeth.

Lucy jumped beside him and bit her tongue again. “Oh! I’m so sorry. Those are just some bikini pictures I took. That’s not what I wanted to show you.”

She had set him up on purpose. He looked so disturbed—almost like he had seen a ghost.

“Here, this!” she finally played something, and I could tell exactly what it was.

Norman watched it, his expression turning dark, and then turned the phone to the audience. His eyes locked onto Romeo, his jaw clenched tight.

It was the CCTV footage from the hallway—where Romeo had hit me on the back of the head to carry me outside. He had ropes slung over his shoulders too, the same ones that were used to tie me to the tree.

“See, he had asked me earlier to turn off the cameras because he didn’t want the battery to die or something. I don’t know, he was doing a bunch of convincing, but I didn’t. I just thought it was weird that he wanted the cameras off,” she shrugged, turning heads toward Romeo, who had lied so well when questioned about that night.

“I—” he stuttered, stepping back. The minute the brothers rushed at him, he ran and hid behind Darcy.

“Mom, step aside,” Maximus yelled, his eyes locked on his mother.

“Over my dead body,” she hissed, spreading her arms to protect her nephew.

“I swear it was just a joke. I wanted to see how the top students of the academy would react. I messed up when I couldn’t untie her because I was so drunk—” Romeo was lying again, yelling from behind Darcy’s back.

“You’ve lied so well before that I’m wondering how much worse the truth is,” Emmet growled, grabbing his mother’s arm.

Darcy’s face twisted in shock—she thought Emmet wouldn’t dare touch Romeo as long as she stood in front of him. But Emmet pushed her aside, making her stumble into Lord McQuoid’s arms, and then punched Romeo straight to the ground.

“Enough!” their father yelled as the brothers, one by one, joined in, kicking and punching Romeo. They all froze at his command.