Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: 503-My Dear Husband.

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"I promise to show you the video, but you need to go back inside first," Norman kept repeating while not unlocking his phone screen for me. At the same time, I saw a lot of notifications from Jessica on his number. That’s when I started to realize he was in a tough spot because of me too. He had to run around and make sure everything and everyone was okay. And in return, no one even cared to listen to him.

"Okay," I obeyed once again, just because he had saved me from a huge mess last night.

We walked together, with me a little ahead of them, toward Norman’s bedroom. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing with different scenarios playing in it.

But Norman saying Zellu confessed to the crime was kind of a spoiler—but it was still news I wanted to hear.

Once in his bedroom, I held out my hand and asked him to show me the video he was talking about.

My phone had no charge, and I was pretty sure Maximus had left his phone at home after leaving for his transition last night.

As for Kaye, I watched him quickly scroll through his phone. Not everything had to be a competition, but it seemed like it was for him.

With a sigh, before Kaye could find the video, Norman unlocked his phone for me and then played the video, handing it to me.

Everyone went quiet and their attention shifted to the phone in my hand.

It was Zellu in the frame, tied to a chair and all bloodied.

However, the way his skin was turning blue made me wonder if he had been poisoned or something.

"Ahh, it was me that night. I had cornered that girl, Helanie. She was begging and crying for me to stop. A demon had taken over my mind and I didn’t want to stop... I didn’t stop. I remember nibbling on her skin and biting it. Her flesh tasted so good that I wanted to consume her like a cannibal." I quickly looked away and paused the video.

The graphic details had been blocked from my mind, but every once in a while, I still had nightmares—sharp pain in the same areas that were hurt that night.

I took a deep breath and played the video again.

"I did it. She had her pendant on, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t there by accident—"

As he let out a chuckle, my frown deepened.

What did he mean by that?

"I was told I would find the most perfect, gorgeous woman there that night. So I made my way to the place where that girl was. I was offered a lot for it—to ruin her and kill her—"

I gasped, even shoving the phone into Norman’s hand, but the video kept playing even after I sat down on the couch with my head in my hands.

"The mission was to get rid of her, and I’d be freed from the recent mess-ups in my academy. Fellmoon was about to expel me, but this night—this one mission—undid all the damage for me. I was back with zero bad records. And yes, I did kill my little sister. I didn’t like women thinking they could be something."

He talked about his sister for the rest of the video, and after it ended, silence filled the room—until Maximus finally spoke.

"Saw that dagger in his arm? It has many names, and one of them is the Venom’s Kiss—the one that makes the victim hallucinate or remember things like they’re living through them again," Maximus explained, making me lift my head from my hands.

He thought I hated him for marrying me?

I guess he had no reason to think otherwise, since that’s basically how I treated him.

The two brothers nodded and walked out, while I stayed behind with Norman. As they were leaving the room, I whispered,

"I don’t hate you."

I noticed his body shudder. He could be so weirdly obvious sometimes.

We began walking toward the staircase when Norman cleared his throat—and his brothers stopped too. The look on Norman’s face told me he was annoyed that his brothers didn’t realize he only wanted to get my attention.

"We can take the elevator," he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

"Why? Because you think she’s too weak—" Kaye started questioning him, but Maximus gave him a nod.

"Not now," Maximus told him, and Kaye went silent.

"I’m just saying, we’re all tired," Norman added.

I remembered how he used to shame me for taking the elevator.

But I was tired—so I went and took the elevator with my dear husband.