Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 215 – Miss Naughty Calls Him Every Night

“How did it happen?” Akin pulled away from me and demanded an answer from my mother, who had been watching us with sparkles in her eyes. It was amusing to see her having no issue with our closeness anymore.

“You leave a beautiful girl at the mercy of some weirdos living in the fields. What outcome do you expect?” The way my mother put it, I knew she wanted to get out of there and wanted Akin’s help in doing so.

Akin turned his face to me and looked at me with a quizzical stare.

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“They did it?” Akin asked, watching me nonstop for answers. I was going to respond to him when Pamela rushed out of the house with a fake smile on her lips.

“Here!” She had a wet towel in her hand that she wanted me to dab on my bruise. “Your highness!” She pretended like she had no idea he was there.

“Did you or your son do this to her?” Akin turned to her, angrily yelling at her. My mother looked pleased with herself. She was certain Akin would come at this time of night for me, and it happened.

It was at this moment that I decided to expose Markus. Now that Akin is here, it will be easy for me to bring the drawing to light and also expose him as a weirdo. “No! I was hitting my son when Beatrice got between us, and I accidentally hit her. I am so ashamed of myself for all that, but it was a genuine accident,” Pamela lied, making me bob my head and grab the drawing to show it to her and see her reaction now.

While Akin was arguing with her and I was busy flattening the paper behind their backs, I was shocked to realize it wasn’t the same drawing. However, the context of the drawing silenced me.

I stood in my spot and then shoved the paper back in my pocket. My heart was pounding; my breathing was irregular now.

Something changed, and I no longer wanted to accuse Markus, at least not right now.

“She is lying. She hit my daughter!” my mom argued back.“Beatrice! Tell me who did this to you.” Akin ignored the two ladies and looked my way this time.

“Tell him how unsafe you are here,” Mother voiced from behind Pamela, who was anxiously rubbing her palms and waiting for my response.

I knew in the moment that if I said the truth. Akin would take me out of here. But did I want it? No! I didn’t want it anymore. I have to stay here and find out more about the drawing from Markus.

“It was an accident,” I lied, closing my eyes and holding my face in my hands. I heard my mother gasp and complain while Pamela looked at ease.

“You don’t have to hide the truth. Just t—,” Akin whispered, but a hard headshake from me silenced him.

“I am not lying,” I said.

“Beatrice!” My mother wanted me to look her way, but I kept looking to the other side.

“I am sorry for dragging you here at this time, but next time when you get a call, don’t come,” I mumbled, not even looking his way.

Akin gestured at Pamela and my mother to leave so that he could talk to me alone, but my mother stayed, delaying.

“You don’t have a right to tell me that. I will come even if I get calls every two hours. You cannot take that away from me, Trice!”

His heavy voice and the nickname he had given me made me close my eyes and not want to indulge in the conversation.

“And I am not leaving you here tonight,” his sudden decision made me frown at him, “I am talking about taking you out of here for a few hours. Just you and me in the car? It will be helpful for your breathing since this place is...” he began to fumble upon his words when my eyes fixated at his face. He was nervous all of a sudden.

“I am not taking no for an answer,” he refused to leave. I was left with no choice but to nod and walk after him as he led me into the field to the road and sat me down in his car.

As he promised, he started driving slowly on the dark and abandoned road. “How are you feeling now?” he asked after clearing his throat, hinting at his slight uneasiness.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I am feeling better,” I answered.

“Earlier when you said— you had a crush on me, I keep thinking about it,” his topic change made me feel awkward.I don’t know how I used to roam around the mansion and f*uc*k whoever I wanted, but now even the thought of it made me uncomfortable, more so shy!

“Forget what I said. It was in the past,” I claimed, keeping my voice low.

“That’s the problem. I don’t know why I can’t forget about it,” he uttered, slowing down the car and eventually halting.

It was awkward to be around him and talk about my feelings with him. I was much more comfortable with the others because he had always kept his distance from me.

“Do you—he closed his eyes as it might have been too much for him to finish the sentence.

“Do I still have a crush on you?” I helped him finish, watching him open his eyes and look my way for an answer.

“Or maybe any feel-ings?” he asked, with much more difficult this time.

I was staring at him and had only opened my mouth when I saw his cellphone screen light up with a name pop up on it.

Miss. Naughty calling...

The sight of it and the nickname made me furious. He had the audacity to ask me that question while his sidepiece was blowing up his phone.

I don’t know why he wanted to know that because I am certain he has a girl he goes to every night now.

That’s when I decided to help his ego, and I shook my head hard to say, “No! I have no feelings for you. Will you please drop me back home now?” as I spoke bitterly. He looked shocked.