Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 192

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

Chapter 192 – The Devil In Disguise

Something told me I should know more about Markus. I watched him get up from the stairs and then disappear on the third floor. Pamela was not home, and my mother wouldn’t come out for hours. This wouldn’t be the first time that she had beaten me or threatened me with a knife, so it didn’t really affect me too much.

I wasn’t allowed to be on the stairs, but since no one was around, I followed Markus, and soon I was on the third floor with him. The third floor was drastically different from the first.

There was only room at the end of the dark hallway. The lamps were broken, and shattered glass was everywhere. I don’t know when it happened, but the spider webs gave away the truth.

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Walking through the hallway and reaching the bedroom was the scariest pathway I have ever followed. Once I pushed the door open, I found Markus sitting on the floor and holding a teddy bear.

I did a quick scan around and noticed all the drawings on the walls.

They seemed to be following a story. One could also see some chaos in the drawings.

“Do you like my room?” He suddenly lifted his head and asked me with a pout on his lips.

“It’s cozy,” I admitted uncomfortably.

“Then why don’t you come sit with me?” He asked sweetly, tapping his hand on the cold floor. passing him a smile, I sat down with him.

“You drew these?” I asked, pointing my finger at the drawings hanging from the walls. After he nodded, I reached for one of the drawings and grabbed it. “Where do you get the inspiration for these?” I questioned, getting intrigued by his imagination.

“From my dreams,” he said, forming a sad pout on his lips.

“Can you tell me what this picture is about?” I turned the drawing to him and tapped my finger at what seemed to be a warrior.

“I will tell you in your ear,” he whispered, making me wonder if somebody was listening to us.

“All right,” I said, hunching over and tucking my hair behind my ear. He leaned over and brought his lips near my ear, but then he did something completely out of character.

He grabbed my face and f*orc*ed me to look in his direction. It happened in a matter of seconds. By the time I could gather what he was doing, he had already pressed his lips against mine.

“Well then, ask her why I found her kissing my son in his bedroom. Why did she go there?” Pamela yelled at the top of her lungs. If mom wasn’t in the way, she might have tried attacking me as well.

“I wanted to check on him but he — he kissed me,” I repeated myself but it sounded like a bunch of lame excuses. My fault was that I went into the room. “Huh! you want me to believe my gorgeous daughter was seducing your crazy son?”

My mom let out a laugh, mocking her for thinking anybody would ever want her son.

It wasn’t the right thing to say, but he wasn’t even disabled. He was using that excuse to fool everyone and get away with whatever crazy shit he was doing behind our backs.

“That’s enough. Tell your daughter not to come near my son again. I will strip her n*aked and make her run around if I find her in bed with my innocent son,” Pamela warned my mother before she walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

The silence remained for a minute before my mother turned around and slapped me hard enough to burst my lip and make it bleed.

“That crazy boy? Seriously? Are you that devastated?” She muttered under her breath, making sure Pamela didn’t hear us.

“He is not crazy. He is playing us all,” I muttered back at her, and my claims did shock her.

“They are fooling us,” I finished.