Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

Chapter 722: 722-Leaving!

Helanie:

I hoped it was because Emmet didn’t know the story of my mother. Then maybe, in his eyes, it was deceptive. So I helped him understand why my mother didn’t tell anyone her identity.

"When your mother found out about my mother’s identity, she used her as a baby machine to sacrifice her children, my siblings," as I screamed, tears rushed down my eyes.

I watched his eyes slowly grow wide. He then zoned out, and I hated it. I wanted him to take action immediately, but he was silent. So I continued.

"Do you have any idea what she has done to my mother? That man, Niles, is not even my father. They killed my father. Soren, don’t you remember? You told me about him. You gave me a book to read about him. He was my father. And do you know why nobody has heard of him in so long? Because he is fucking dead, your mother killed him. And she was going to kill me. Sacrifice me too. But my mother lied. She told your mother that I was the daughter of Niles, and not of her fated mate’s. Otherwise, I would have been sacrificed—for you. For all of you."

I was crying as I told him what his mother had done to mine. Although we had agreed not to speak of it until after the investigation, I didn’t give a fuck. There was no investigation going on. How could someone go back in time and investigate when there was no evidence left? Because it all happened in a fucking basement that their mother had likely wiped clean by now.

"What is she accusing me of, son?" his mother dramatically stepped in, pushing me away.

Kaye stepped ahead and gently placed his hand on my back to support me, but I turned slightly and slapped his hand off. I was so done with their support. My mother seemed so fragile in that moment, probably remembering when she had been through when she was too young to fight back. But now, even older, with her daughter standing beside her, we were still screaming for justice.

"Emmet, please tell her you do not believe this fuckery. You were there when she used to torture me. So tell your mate that whatever they are accusing me of is one of her mother’s plans. Tell her!" she screamed at Emmet, who held her hand and gently pressed her elbow to steady her.

And that was when I knew he was on her side.

"Do you have any proof?" he asked me in a very stern tone.

"How can I find evidence for it?" I asked quietly.noveldrama

"Exactly. If there is no evidence, you can’t expect us to believe that. Because, Helanie, your mother has done fucking shit to my mother. And I was there. So either we believe your mother’s version of the story, the woman we never liked, the woman we saw as an abuser, or we trust our own eyes. How can you go back and trust your mother after she never even laid a motherly hand on you? And now you expect us to do the same? Just because she is your mother?"

I think what Kaye didn’t say loud enough, Emmet did. And he was really pretty loud. I watched his face, my mouth hanging open.

"As for you being a mermaid nobody has a problem with that. But we have a problem with your mother. If she is going to spew lies like that, it will be a problem. You know our mother has been through a lot. She was cursed. So I think it’s really insensitive that—" He suddenly shut up when tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Oh Goddess, please don’t cry now," he groaned, stretching his neck upward.

"No, keep talking. Tell her!" Darcy insisted, shaking him.

He gave her a look, then turned back to me. It didn’t matter if he gave me a soft look. He had already said enough.

"Of course you wouldn’t understand, Emmet. Didn’t you do the same thing your mother did? You two thought our babies were nothing. Our bodies were just machines to create babies, to help you with your purposes."

That was when I said it to his face, to hurt him. And I was right. I was hurting too. He can’t expect me to understand him when he doesn’t fucking understand me at all.

As I said that, I watched him go numb. And then everyone around him stood silently. My mother took a deep breath and then held my hand to pull me back.

"No, Mom. Let me speak. They all found their fated mates. And they’ve all decided to accept and mark them. And yes, the decision was on my shoulders. And I’m so glad I told them it was okay to accept them. Because you know why?" I said, shaking, my body filled with anger.

"Because I am going to leave this place. I am done being a savior. I will go and save my land. I will go and be with my people. I belong to Arthendel," I said, voice hard with fury.

"Helanie, what are you saying?" Norman stepped ahead, gently tapping his two fingers on my forearm to get my attention.

"I’m saying that I’m going back to my land," I said, turning to give him a look, and I noticed all three of them standing behind me were shocked.

"You’re leaving us because Emmet didn’t believe you?" Maximus pointed at Emmet. "You always treat him differently. Why is it that every time we support you, it gets outweighed by the fact that Emmet doesn’t support you?" he complained.

I watched my mother look at me with sad eyes.

"You seriously got that out of it? This is about me, my identity, my mother, and her story. Maximus, if he doesn’t believe it, your mother doesn’t believe it, others won’t believe it either. And if your mother isn’t guilty, what do you think will happen now? People out there are already chanting that you bring the mermaid out so they can kill us. Do you think they’ll want justice for my mother, the creature they hate so much? So I have to leave. It’s for me and my mother. You all have your mates. Stay happy with them."

I was hurting so much that I knew once I left them, I would be in pain too. But it was much needed. Arthendel needed me.

"So your solution is to leave? Run away?" Norman said, his hands in his hair and his eyes closed. I could tell he was holding in the pressure of his anger.

"Yes! I think that is the only solution for now," I announced determinedly.