Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: 690-My Baby Was Sacrificed

Helanie:

I wished I had been quick and called Norman. But the minute I looked down at my phone, he would have attacked me. The only reason he had retained the conversation for this long was because he knew I wasn’t planning any backup at the moment.

"Aww, what do you plan to do with that, huh? Call my brothers to come fight me for you?" he sneered. "Such a nasty one you are, huh? I knew you were dangerous. A beautiful creature who lures men and makes them follow her orders."

The way he described me was horrible. That wasn’t who I was. His words triggered some past trauma.

"You know that’s not me," I uttered shakily.

"I don’t care," he replied, and came at me again, swinging the knife.

I ducked, the blade slicing the air just above my head. I grabbed a chair and shoved it at him. It hit his chest and knocked him back into the bookshelf. Books fell all around him.

I ran to the door and tried to open it. Then I remembered, I couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t leave and let him suffer in pain.

I turned around and watched him getting up. Tears blurred my vision for a moment, emotions taking over me as I recalled our first meetings. He was the first one who had fallen for me. The first one who had sparked feelings of love in me after I had been betrayed by love before.

He looked wild. Sweating. Growling. But something in his eyes flickered for just for a second when I said his name in a very soft, loving whisper.

"Kaye."

The harshness on his face faded, his eyes narrowing at me, reminding me of the man who had once loved me deeply.

Someone who had lost me, and shown that he had suffered.

But sadly, the emotion vanished as quickly as it came. He came at me again, his arm raised, the knife aiming straight at me, but I grabbed his hand.

"You tried to kill me at the well?" I asked softly, though pain colored every word.

I had this feeling ever since I heard about his cravings, that sometimes, he had to fight the urge to kill me.

Maybe it was him.

Maybe he had been the one to push me down the well that night.

The thought had lived in the back of my mind all this time. But I never wanted revenge.

The pain was already enough. I lost my baby.

That I cannot lie about.

He freed his hand and pushed me back, laughter escaping his lips.

"You really think it was me? Your husband didn’t tell you?"

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