Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 315-Minutes Of Disgust

(This Chapter Includes Disturbing Acts)

Maura Despair:

I have been on my way back, but I didn’t know it was going to be this hard. The bus fare was a lot, and I didn’t have money. I had walked as much as I could on my feet, but now I was giving up.

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‘Zane hadn’t returned my calls,’ I sighed as I sat on the side of the road and kept staring at my phone.

“He doesn’t care about me,” I mumbled, with tears in my eyes. I didn’t know how else to get out of there until a car stopped in front of me and a guy rolled down the window.

“Want help?” the guy asked, and I excitedly got up on my feet. Maybe he will be able to get me out of here.

“I am headed back home, but I don’t have money,” I said, reaching for the window. The man was probably in his mid-forties but had maintained himself so well that he looked like a rich merchant.

the information about my pack, he stroked his chin and gave

because I am headed the same way. However, I am not sure if

king’s pack, and I know them too. I am friends with them,” I didn’t know

don’t have any weapons on you? Imagine I let you in and you start threatening my life,” he laughed

wouldn’t do that. I don’t have any weapons on me,” I claimed, but he

check your stuff,”

watched him get out of the car and approach me. After getting an affirmation from me, he went through my bags and scattered everything around mercilessly. I was nervous when he dirtied my clothes by shoving them around with his dirty shoe, but I needed his help to get out

about you—what if you are holding a weapon under your dress?” He said,

else to

nicely, and only then will I give you a lift,” he smacked his lips and tapped his foot on the ground, impatiently waiting for me

that he wants me to take off my clothes and let him examine me, I understand he

you are disgusting,” I wrapped my arms around my

so I need something in return,” he didn’t hide his urge to get pleasure from me this time. I couldn’t believe people could be so ridiculous. “I don’t need your help,” I blurted out to him, and I walked away from him as much as possible. I needed

call one last time,” I had my phone sticking to my ear and was pacing left and right, keeping my distance from the man, who was still

gasped happily when he finally answered my phone

What is wrong with you? Why do you keep blowing up my phone?” He sounded angry and exhausted toward me. I understood he wasn’t having fun listening to my voice at the moment, but I needed

side. ‘What? That house is our home now,” he argued, but