All Chapters of Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tallulah's POVI paced right at Kathie who was still clad in the purple swimsuit, aiming for the door like she was invisible. My shoulder bumped against hers, and she immediately sidestepped to avoid getting hit by the huge box rolling behind me.That didn't stop her though, she continued tailing me as I struggled with the heavy boxes. When I reached the staircase, I realized I would need help to get the large box down the stairs. But I didn't want her assistance, fearing it might only discourage me from leaving.With a firm grip, I tugged the heavy box forward in front of me, then I pushed it gently down the stairs, hoping it would pass each step gently. But the weight pulled at my arm, nearly dragging me down with it. Realizing I couldn't hold it, I let go, and the box tumbled down the stairs, crashing against the steps until it landed on the ground floor with a loud thud.Kathie gasped, and we held each other's gaze for a brief second.“Ugh!! I fucking hate this house!!” I screamed

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

Tallulah's POVI have to admit it, when I came out here to say those things about Marcus, I thought I was going to surprise him, but I found myself in shock when he admitted to everything without even denying the false ones. It was as if he was purposely testing the limits of his father's self control which was now past its breaking point.I watched as Mr Winston rose to his feet to contend with the temper burning inside him.“How dare you?” He screamed. His eyes fell to the table, scanning it like he was searching for an object to throw at Marcus, who remained in his seat without flinching or showing any sign of remorse in his expression. I was startled by his father's outburst, but I managed to speak,“Mr Winston, I'll be leaving very early tomorrow. I don't think I can't stay here anymore.” I announced.His raging eyes dimmed when they fell to where I sat. I felt my mom's hand grab my mine.She voiced, “Of course not, Lula, you can't leave. This is your home now.” I shook my hea

Kathie's POV_8 years ago_"Mom, are we throwing Dad a welcome party?" I asked, diligently cleaning the dust off the speakers as she instructed.Marcus was busy moving the heavy boxes, and from the clinking sounds as their contents bumped against each other, I could tell they were full of bottles. Maybe Stepmom Catherine bought soda for the occasion.She hissed."For the last time, Kathie. I'm not your mom. As you can see I'm obviously not dead.”“Refer to me as Miss Catherine." She spat.My eyes fell from her tall figure to the wet cloth I was clenching, rubbing it against the speakers in circular motions.It had only been a year since my father married Miss Catherine Heather. She was nice to us at first, buying us gifts, chocolates, and candies. But ever since their wedding day, there were slight changes in the way she treated us.She would leave the house whenever my Dad was out for work, leaving us with nothing to eat. Most times my brother, Marcus, would order pizzas and even ba

Tallulah’s POVFear, when at its peak, can have different end forms. It can result in shame, nervousness, sadness, or even rage. But the fear that crawled up my skin as he strode forward, holding up the rumpled blue shirt was one I couldn't understand.I was afraid of what he'd do after all the lies I fed his father. I was also afraid that something worse than my nakedness was exposed to his charming eyes. It was my feelings, knowing he was starting to realize that I might still love him.But most of all, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that I might not be able to stop myself from letting his touches take control of my body with his lips colliding against mine. That's why I knew I needed to leave this house as soon as possible, before anything happens between us.“Stop.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He halted in his strides, with his eyes fixed on me.“I know what you're doing, Marcus. And I need you to stop.” His expression contorted into confusion, and he slightly