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59. Forgiveness and Tears
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 60. About Marcus and I
Tallulah's POV“What?!” She asked, rubbing her eyes with that thin smile still on her face.“This has nothing to do with your step brother. He didn't do anything. I told you, I only got emotional.”She sounded quite believable but there was the possibility that she was covering for him.“I know mom. Just tell me what he said. I need to know.”“Okay.” She muttered.Her hands left mine as she sauntered towards the trail containing the eggs I had fried. I responded to her movements, taking out the plates so she could serve them.She sighed.“At first, he wanted to apologize for what happened last night, but I told him not to. It wasn't his fault.”I scoffed inwardly, hating the fact that she took it easy on him even after the pain he had caused her. But unknown to me, the worst was yet to come.“Instead, I apologized to him.”My fingers clenched tightly at either side of the pile of plates I was holding, wanting to smash it against the floor.“You did what?!” I spat, staring at her in di
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 61. Runner Runner
Marcus POVMy own home had become a haunted house, with the memories of what I had done replaying over and over in my head whenever I caught sight of Lilian. It was even worse with Lula who hated my every breath, scoffs and snickers leaving her lips whenever I was near. Maybe all she needed was space in order for her to recover. I remembered last night how I froze when she walked in to see me with the glass of milk I was holding. Somehow, I feared that she might soon figure it all out, that's if she hasn't found that already. I was only glad that at the point where she walked in, I had already disposed it the spiked milk and replaced it with another full glass which I drank from before her arrival. It did bother me that she was about to drink from the same cup i had used, but again, we had already kissed several times so it didn't matter.My fingers clenched tightly against the keys when the rumbling of my stomach cut through my train of thoughts. I hadn't eaten since last night and
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 62. Excuses
Tallulah's POVAll I could feel as I sat opposite him was uneasiness, the negative tension in the room messing with my senses. At this point, it would be expected that hate must've overshadowed all other emotions whenever the thought of him crosses my mind. But it wasn't that way, instead, I couldn't stop glancing at him as he ate his meal at the same fast pace. It was both annoying and cute to watch him eat that way with obvious hunger written all over his face as he took large bites of the sandwiches until there was little left on the plate. Immediately as those eyes lifted, mine averted from him just in time before we locked gazes. I could still see him from the corner of my eyes, noticing how he scanned various parts of the table.“Where are you going?” My mom asked, referring to Marcus.He stared back at her either in confusion, or he was tryna to think of what to say. “You said you needed him somewhere this morning, right?”His eyes moved around one last time, colliding with m
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 63. Coexistence
Tallulah's POVIt happened just as he had said. Before I could take a bath in preparation to leave the house, he had prepared himself and drove his car out of the compound. I was left behind to decide if I wanted to follow after and leave the mansion as well. But I already knew the answer to my question.I never wanted to go out in the first place, and my hair didn't need any adjustment, neither did I need to visit a library. I would've still left if I wanted, considering the fact that I had already announced my plans to my mom and Kathie, but. A part of me shivered as I thought of going out there, into a city I didn't know quite well. I was an indoor loving introvert who would rather shut out the rest of the world.When my mom asked, I lied to her that I had postponed my plans. I spent the rest of the day with Kathie, helping her pack her stuff in preparation for college. As she had said, she now had a new peak box which her dad had gotten her. I also did my best to lighten the load
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 64. Unforgivable
Tallulah's POVThe sound of his footsteps paused midway up the stairs, his feet rooted to the actors as he stood silent with his back faced to me. He turned around slowly, his eyes peering across the room to mine for a moment that felt like eternity."Really?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "You mean that?”I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, I do.”His eyes had begun to lit up as they scanned my face, and that dejected look was slowly contorting into a thin smile. The sight had my legs moving slightly, my skin brushing the silk material of the couch underneath it. I hated how giddy his gaze made me feel, and the warmth his smile made my heart fill.I sucked in a rush of air, gathering my shallow breaths to speak.“It doesn't mean I forgive you, but I think we can find a way to live under the same roof without tearing each other apart."He took a step down, his hand gripping the railing tightly, and that smile thinned out into a grimace. I had never felt so confused, not k
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 65. Driving Lessons
Marcus’ POVThe black shiny dashboard and the low sound of the tires rolling along the pavement. The feeling of the slick steering wheel underneath my finger tips brought the memories crawling back into my head. My Dad never knew how many times I'd raced with my school mates, using this incredibly hot blue monster. I pressed on the turtle as the gate swung open, the car propelling me right into the compound until I was at the foot of the mansion.It was a fine Sunday morning with wonderful weather filled with the mild rays of sunlight and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. After a stop at the carwash, the BMW with mild scratches at its sides was looking newer that ever. The seats were leathered again after the thorough cleaning. I could almost wish the car still belonged to me,but no matter how much I loved it, the Ferrari, my dream car, would always be my first choice…A knock at the window had me shrugging, my eyes shifting to see Tallulah waving at me from behind the glass.
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 66. Hurting His Girlfriend
Tallulah's POVThe low hum of the engine reverted through the air, the steering wheel underneath my fingers vibrating slightly, making my entire body quiver. I could feel a wave of fear crawling over my body as I pressed down on the turtle, the car's low him turning into a loud shout from underneath me. My feet pressed down on the turtle gently, moving it towards the floor inch by inch, but no matter how much I stepped on it, the car remained static, its scream increasing by the second. “It's not moving.” I protested, the frustration in me welling into something else.“Uhm, why is that? Did you put a foot on the brakes?” He asked, his eyes peering past my laps to the turtle underneath my feet.I knew I wasn't holding the brakes but I still confirmed, curling my toes to be sure my foot wasn't on the brakes.“I'm not.” I answered. It was either this car wasn't functioning properly or I wasn't doing it right. Maybe all I had to do was press the turtle more, and the car would move. My
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 67. His Heartache
Tallulah's POV “Alright. Let's try that again.” His low voice filled the air, snapping me out of my gaze which was fixed on the hand brakes. He had driven us back to where we started before letting me take the wheel. This time, I remembered to release it before attempting to start the car.“Just… try not to get us killed this time.” He said.The sight of him pulling his seatbelt and strapping it tightly around himself made me both nervous and annoyed. I couldn't believe he was making a stupid joke about the whole thing, a joke that was making it impossible for me to concentrate. “Of course, remind me over and over again like that's gonna help.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.He snickered.“My bad. I won't remind you about it anymore.” He voiced, a sinister smile bracing his lips.“It's not like you intentionally stepped on the turtle too much and almost slammed the car against a concrete wall. It was just an accident, that's all.”What made it even harder was the unreadable tone in hi
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