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57. Disloyal Slut
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 58. Heavy Truths
Marcus' POV The sight of Lilian picking herself to her feet and wiping the tears from her face gave me a sense of guilt, my dark secret lurking out of the shadows, wanting to reveal themselves. I couldn't feel the embarrassment steaming from her as she fidgeted with her elbow, the memory of her in that skimpy nightgown a fresh image playing in my head.She must've begun to hate herself for giving in to her lustful desires, desires I had orchestrated. I wished I could just tell her the truth and relieve her if all the mental torture so she would know how good she was. But that would make me the devil, and even if she forgives me for my evil deeds, would she ever be able to forget it?How long before she tells my father about all of it? It would be far worse than whatever I had done to Lula. I knew just how much he loved her, so I knew he would never be able to forgive the fact that I intentionally tried to have her seduced and recorded after drugging her. He would not only disown me.
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 59. Forgiveness and Tears
Tallulah's POVMy grip tightened around the stair guide nervously when I saw my mom and Marcus discussing up the stairs. They were whispering indistinctly so I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. But what caught my attention was the way he was so close to her, and when he took a small step backwards, I noticed that he had been holding her hand while he spoke to her. I didn't like the fact that he was saying something to her considering the fact that he didn't even like her or me in the first place. I began to suspect that he was in a way manipulating her, following the happenings of last night. From the way her head was held down with her arms wrapped around each other was enough proof that their conversation wasn't just a usual one. What could he be telling her?“Mom, the eggs are ready.” I called, cutting through their conversation.She shuddered a little from the sound of my voice before tilting her head sideways to face me, and when she did, she returned her gaze to Marc
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.
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