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11. Wandering Hands
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Tallulah's POV “Mom, calm down. You need to listen to me.”“No Lula, you need to listen.” She countered. “That man over there is a well respected manager of several companies. He has thousands of workers who dare not to look him in the eye, and most importantly, he promised to get you a good paying job.” She spat, trying her best to keep a low tone.“How do you think he's going to feel if you keep nodding that head of yours to everything he says instead of using your voice?”I was tempted to sigh in relief when I realized she was referring to Mr Winston. But the rage in her voice made me wish our conversation was about Marcus dick.“I mean, he let you live under his roof and provided you with everything you need. The least you can do is say thank you. Didn't I teach you to always show appreciation? Or are you just acting this way to punish me?” She sighed.“Look, Lula. You might not like my fiance, but at least have some compassion for me and pretend you do, because I love him Tall
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 15. Sweet Revenge
Marcus' POVI stormed out of the kitchen, infuriated by the guts on that little bitch. She was in a way admitting that she was after my father's wealth, and worse, she felt like she deserved it. Instead of returning to the dining room for dessert, I strode towards the staircase, heading for my room.“Marcus!!” I halted in my strides when I heard my father's voice.“Where are you going?” He asked.“To my room.” I replied, still walking towards the stairs. “I don't think I have any space for dessert.” “You can't go up yet. We're not done here. As I said, there's something we need to discuss.”I paused, and began walking towards the dining room where both my Dad and Lilian sat. My fingers gripped my seat as I stared at my father whose face was now downcast with a frown worn on his slightly wrinkled face.“Dad, is everything alright?” I asked, taking my seat.His piercing gaze shot at me and he snickered, shaking his head.“You tell me, Marcus. Is everything alright?”I lowered my eye
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Marcus' POVThe sight of the porcelain tiles faded into a blur as I strode into my room, shutting the door behind me. I took another full spoon of the cold ice cream, feeling the sweetness as it melted down my tongue. Somehow, it was starting to taste like vinegar.So this is how it's going to end. I'm about to lose everything I've spent my life trying to get just because of a total stranger. My father said he'd even throw me out of the house so she can stay. That would be a disaster. I'd be freely giving them the alone time they wanted so they could steal from him.I released the spoon I was clenching, letting it clatter against the floor. Then my fingers gripped the bowl of ice cream, and with one swing, I tossed the bowl across the room. It shattered when it hit the floor, sputtering ice cream all over the tiles. “I won't let them.” I yelled, tightening my fist.I paced back and forth, running both hands through my hair to contend with the temper boiling inside me. All I could thi
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