Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685: 685-Like A Mother, A Better One

Darcy:

"I have no home," I sat next to my brother’s grave, my eyes dry from all the tears I had already shed.

"Why did you do that? Did you not think about me once? Did you not think how I would have felt if someone had taken me against my will too? How could you say you loved me but then turn around and do another woman wrong?"

I sighed, repeating the same words over and over again, but I never found the answers.

How could my brother have turned out to be this cruel?

"Ever since you left, I’ve been very lonely," I uttered, my hand grazing the dry sand on his grave. He wasn’t given the royal funeral an Alpha deserves, he didn’t do anything great to earn it anyway.

If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have kept repeating his mistakes and making innocent people suffer.

"You know, I acted like you–and Norman kicked me out for hurting her. She means a lot to him. I should have known. You know, she still checks up on me every two days, but I haven’t responded. I’m ashamed of my actions," I sniffled.

"I don’t want to burden her with my responsibilities," I added, looking up at the dark clouds overtaking the sky.

"Ah, look! I’ll be getting soaked again." A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I realized I would have to return home, where my father looks at me like I’m going to kill him.

"Ahhh! I miss you. Wish we could meet again," I said, slowly getting up from the ground. I turned around and saw someone standing in the distance, watching me.

She had come with her warriors, and flowers.

As she walked toward the grave, she gave me only a small smile before placing the flowers down and praying for my brother.

"Hello, Jessica," said Lady Darcy, looking straight at the grave.

"I contacted you so many times, but you never responded," she said, finally turning to look at me.

"My child, why are you punishing yourself?" Her voice carried such a motherly tone. Her gentle touch on my cheek broke my composure, and I started sobbing in front of her.

"I don’t want to be a burden. Norman—Norman kicked me out of his home when I needed a roof so badly. I must be a terrible person, just like my brother, to be shunned by everyone—" I could no longer hold in my emotions. I needed someone to come check on me, and she was here.

"Oh, my child. My son is under a spell of love. He doesn’t know who he’s pushing away." She placed her hand behind my head and pulled me into a motherly embrace. I clung to her like my life depended on it.

"He hates me now," I uttered, sniffling.

"He does not. He cannot," she replied gently. "Come with me."

I broke the hug and shook my head. I appreciated that she had come to pray for my brother’s forgiveness, and to check on me. But I couldn’t go back to Norman’s home. I couldn’t bear the burden of rejection again.

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