Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

215-Miss Naughty Calls Him Every N..

"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.

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. Nov/ 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.

no longer wanted to accuse

lying. She hit my daughter!" my

to you." Akin ignored the two

you are here," Mother voiced from behind Pamela, who was anxiously rubbing her palms and

here. But did I want it? No! I didn't want it

lied, closing my eyes and holding my face in

t—," Akin

am not

look her way, but

this time, but next time when you get a call, don't come," I mumbled,

my mother to leave so that he could talk to me

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

and me in the car? It will be helpful for your bre—athing since this place is he began to fumble upon his words when my

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

driving slowly

are you feeling now?" he asked after clearing his

am feeling better," I

said— you had a crush on me, I keep thinking about