บททั้งหมดของ Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Marcus POV My 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 of 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

Tallulah's POV It 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

Marcus’ POV The 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 than 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 gl

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

Tallulah's POV Just like that, the surprising words that left his lips turned my thoughts into waves of rumpled messes. His touch was gentle and his eyes were sincere, the sound of his low voice finding its way beneath my skin and sending shivers up my body. With a deep sigh, his hands pulled away from my chins, his eyes moving back to the dashboard. His reply had made me completely mute, with feelings of both warmth and pain revolving round my mind. Everything he had said gave me a sense of value, knowing I was worth more than a good time to him. But it also cut through my beating heart knowing we couldn't be together. I'd never realized how love could make one feel this special and hurt at the same time. “This obviously didn't work out, so maybe we'll try another time.” He voiced, reaching for the door handle. “In my opinion, I think you'd be better off visiting a driving school. That'll be way better than having to deal with your pathetically obsessed step brother.” He go