Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother novel Chapter 59

Jasmine

“Where exactly do I start from?” That was the exact question that played out in my head ever since the guard walked into the room with what would have been a good news, if Lisa’s well-being was not necessary for my mother’s survival, but now a bad news and my lips could not part to even release any words.

“What?” Russo was the first to blurt out, “Lisa is dead? How?”

“She definitely killed herself!” He added, as it was obvious that none of us knew the answer to his first question.

“She was such a vile woman, I hate that I even trusted her in the first place,” Hardin finally spoke, and as my eyes wandered between the both of them, I was left wondering if any of them was actually talking about the real issue at hand.

Lisa had killed herself, and we still had not gotten hold of the antidote for mum, or at least had an idea of whatever could help erase the poison in mom’s system.

“How about mom?” I managed to speak out, asking no one in particular. My eyes were wet, and I had to take deep breaths to not let the anxiety that had filled me get the best of me.

“Lisa!” Hardin hissed, before hitting his fist against the wall, “I wished she had died in my hands.”

He wanted to say more but I guessed that he noticed the glare that Dad had passed at him. Lisa was dead and we were worried about the cure for Mom, but it was not best that we wake her up, and tell her the unpleasant news of how she might not survive her sickness because of one woman’s jealousy and her quest to be Luna.

As the thoughts ran inside of me, I fidgeted. I did not want to believe it, I did not want to imagine it anymore.

“Come with me,” Russo said, and it was only when Hardin walked after him, that I recalled that I had heard Russo make mention of going to the dungeon with Hardin to confirm Lisa’s death and check if she was with anything on her that could be helpful to the many unanswered questions that we had.

And when Hardin had stepped out with Russo, leaving me and the maid that had been made to watch over mum, all the thoughts kept on replaying in my head.

Was I even going to survive it if anything happened to mum?

Fear creeped into my heart, and I jolted out of the bed, running into the bathroom.

There, I cried all I could, occasionally muttering out prayers to the moon goddess that mom survived all that she was going through.

Russo was going to take care of me regardless, if anything happened to mom. But it was not going to change the fact that it will make me an orphan.

Growing up without my father was a crazy ride on its own, and now, losing mom was almost the same as stabbing a knife to my chest.

I cried everything I could, and went back to the room, when the maid had called out to me to check on my well-being.

Dark circles had formed around my eyes as I stayed on the bed, with mom’s hand in mine. And if Russo had not mentioned it, asking that I go back to my room to sleep when he came in, then I would not have known how pale I looked at that moment.

Hardin did not come back with Russo which got me a little bothered. But after asking a guard, trying to find out about the whereabouts of Hardin, I learnt that he had gone to see a specialist. One that they said had a vast knowledge of herbs and antidotes.

Staring at the ceiling, with the hopes that somehow, sleep will come, take away my fears, and wake me up to a new day where mom was healthy and happy with me. But none of it seemed like it was going to happen soon.

Still staring in the empty darkness, as most of the lights were off, I heard a sound coming from the bushes. And immediately, I stood up from the bed and rushed to the patio.

“But…”

Moving closer to me, “I know what you are really worried about Camila, but everything will be fine. I had talked with a specialist and he told me that he will do some thorough research. The only problem that we might have now is time. But I am certain that if we continue to give Camila the herbs that I had come across, then we can buy enough time till there’s positive results.”

I felt relief from what he said, and really appreciative that he was putting himself through that stress just so I don’t feel sad and get to experience what he had to.

Nodding, “thank you,” I muttered, then placed my hand into his that was already open to me, and walked with him as he led me back to my room.

“You should sleep. I really don’t want you to go walking around the mansion this late.”

As he was about to leave, I had no idea where the thought popped up from, but I had suddenly lost my mind, when I held him back and hugged him.

“Thank you very much!”

My grip on him was still tight, but he did not budge, and added what was not part of what I intended.

The only mistake being that I did not pull away when he raised my face to his, and brought his lips to mine.

I wanted to argue but instead, I shut my eyes and allowed him to continue nibbling on my lips.