Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 468

Chapter 468: 468-The Groom-To-Be
Helanie:

As soon as I saw Emmet square up, I gestured at him with my hand. I got this.

“I was talking to him. Why? Have you never seen two people talk before? Or did you think that just because I’m their stepsister, we can’t even have a conversation? Exactly how dirty is your mind?” Since she was gaslighting me, I decided to do the same.

“As for Kaye, it doesn’t matter what ceremony he complains about his discomfort at—he deserves all the attention. We will continue to focus on his health first, and I’m sure Norman would do the same.” I used Norman’s name since she had manipulated Kaye into staying quiet for Norman’s sake.

I hated Kesha. At least Charlotte would show some emotions and reactions, but Kesha wouldn’t. She would instantly glare people down as if she was planning something big in her head. That was what made me so uncomfortable.

“Anyway, you should head back to the party,” Emmet waved his hand at Kesha, who stared at his hand and then at his face—almost like she was absorbing the insult.

She was so odd and crazy.

As soon as she stepped aside and turned around, I heard her let out a small yelp—from nearly bumping into someone.

She stepped back and then turned to us, making us see Kaye standing in the doorway.

His eyes landed on me, then moved to his brother before settling on Kesha.

“It’s okay, I don’t get insulted so easily,” Kesha hissed, but I could hear the lie in her tone. She was definitely offended.

She grabbed Kaye’s arm and dragged him behind her. I wondered—what really happened here?

“It’s fine. I’ll speak with him,” Emmet gave me a look of understanding.

“But we didn’t say anything wrong, did we?” I thought about my conversation with Kesha. Not once did I say anything that would insult Kaye.

Maybe he was upset about us talking back to Kesha.

We both walked out of the kitchen, but as soon as we were in the living room, Maximus stepped between us. There was definitely space between us, but I knew what he was doing. However, I was distracted by Kaye and Kesha.

I saw Kaye standing next to his brother, who was introducing him to some lady, while Kesha stood in the corner of the living room by the bar. The moment her eyes landed on Kaye, I noticed Kaye start to touch his collar a lot—almost like he was undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was even sweating.

Winter was over, but there was no way he should be sweating like that when summer hadn’t even arrived yet. Besides, they had air conditioning in every room and space.

“Baby!”

Just when I thought I could focus more on the weird couple, I heard Charlotte come up beside us.

I could see her through my peripheral vision, but I acted like I was oblivious to her.

“Charlotte, my dear,” Maximus’s tone shocked me. That was when I couldn’t help but turn my neck toward the couple. Even Emmet was watching them in confusion.

Charlotte wore a blue dress with light makeup and curly hair. She was smiling from ear to ear as she stared at Maximus.

“What are you wearing?” Maximus pouted, and I could see the huge grin on Charlotte’s face.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, giving her dress a good swirl.

What was going on? What lie had she told him to convince him she didn’t lie about being mated to him in the woods?

I noticed Emma standing in the corner by the bar as well, her eyes on her daughter and a huge smirk plastered on her lips. She definitely wanted a rich man for her daughter, which I don’t blame her for. She could have a choice, but going above and beyond to deceive someone just to make them her daughter’s mate was pretty wrong.

“No! I want you to wear what I left in your room for you. Go—change and let the hairstylist style you,” Maximus smiled, using an overly flirtatious tone that seemed completely fake at this point.

“You got me a dress?” I saw her eyes widen, and a huge smirk formed on her lips when her eyes shifted to me.

“Of course, why not? You are my fated mate, after all.”

As soon as he referred to her as his fated mate, I began to wonder if he was onto something. I saw Emmet shake his head as well.

“I’ll just go and change,” she snapped her fingers and ran out of the living room, making her mother frown in bewilderment.

My eyes went back to Kaye and Kesha, and Kaye was dripping with sweat, constantly rubbing his face with a tissue, itching the tattoo on his neck, and pulling at his collar as if he was having a hard time breathing.

“Hey.”

But our attention was diverted when the groom-to-be arrived.

Norman wore a white shirt with black pants, his wet hair falling over his forehead.

He looked good, even though he had decided to keep it casual.

“Brother! Congratulations,” Emmet reached over and hugged him first, congratulating him on his wedding in a week.

They planned the rehearsal dinner a week before because the rest of the week was going to be Norman’s week. His brothers had planned multiple bachelor parties for him.

“Hey brother, you’re about to step into the new stage of your life. Now focus on yourself,” Maximus gave him a hug, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes. Had they not made up after the argument?

“Thank you. But that’s something I can’t do. I will never put you after someone,” Norman patted Maximus’s cheeks, and I saw Maximus’s eyes shine with hope.

Kaye excused himself and arrived too, giving his brother a very long hug as if he was going somewhere.

“Dude, what happened to you? Let’s help you with this sweat,” Maximus said to Kaye, and Emmet, who had already heard my concerns, gave me a head nod that he would take care of Kaye.

As the brothers walked away, Norman straightened his back to face me.

“How do I look?” he asked, looking so happy.