Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 37

37-Her Worst Fears

“Mom?” I frowned, watching others grimace and get up from their seats.

Following my voice, mom sprinted towards the living room with Lord Vasquez behind her. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I was in shock for a minute before I landed on my feet and rushed to hug her.

“My Beatrice!” Mom’s arms made me feel secure. I kept my arms tied around her for a moment before we parted, and she cupped my face to stare into my eyes.

“Oh! You have a fever,” she said, a frown appeared on her face when she cupped my face and realized how hot my skin was.

“Why is she sick?” She let go of me and turned around to look at the brothers, who looked upset at the sight of her.

Lord Vasquez was in the process of meeting his sons when mom called for their attention, and they all turned to her.

“She–,” Akin cleared his throat because his father was staring at him for answers.

“I was out in the rain,” I interrupted him and told my mom how I got sick. She took a quick glance at the brothers and then focused on me.

“Why?” as she asked, I saw the brothers sneakily looking around. Maddox lowered his face like a culprit while the others were scratching their necks and chins and focusing on the surroundings. I bet they were worried I was going to expose what Maddox did to me.

“I wanted to enjoy the rain,” I lied, and finally, they all looked like they had found peace.

“Oh! But why would you do that? Don’t you know you are sensitive and catch cold quickly?” Mom held my hand tightly to rub it between her palms while smiling sweetly at me.

“Your mother was so restless that she made me pack our bags and leave the moment she heard about the natural disasters,”

Lord Vasquez laughed at my mom for making them leave over a storm.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And now I know why, because she was sick,” mom gently caressed my cheeks and then held my hand to take me upstairs with her.

“I will spend some time with my daughter,” she said from the stairs while making me walk behind her.

We marched into the room, and before we could catch up, she paused to stare at the curtains lying on the floor.

“What was going on here? Who brought these curtains?” The look on her face was terrifying.

“Oh! The brothers did. They were so nice, fixing the curtains. when I woke up,” I smiled as I jumped into the bed like a free girl. I didn’t have to be afraid of anything now that I had my mother with me.

The brothers were obviously afraid of losing the crown.

“They were in your room when you were sleeping?” Mom didn’ t smile back at me. In fact, she looked somewhat hysterical, as if her biggest fears had come to life.

“It was because I passed o—,” I was about to finish when her eyes landed behind me, and my eyebrows twitched in confusion. I couldn’t understand her sudden change of mood.

“What is this?” the panic in her voice, when she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed, made me hug myself and steer out of her way.

“What is this, Beatrice?” she yelled as she grabbed the sheet and showed it to me.

“Its blood,” I responded, and just as I was about to touch my shoulder and turn around to show her where it was dripping from, she got closer and slapped me.

“Ahhh!” Her hit was so strong that she knocked me down without an effort.

“What have you done?” she screamed in terror, grasping my face in her hand and digging her nails into my cheeks.

I was staring into her eyes, where I could no longer see love for myself. She was breathing on my face while holding me tightly.

“If that’s what you wanted to do, then you should have told me. I would have just handed you over to that nymphomaniac,” she finally let me go but pushed my face back, and I almost hit my head.

The reasons behind her anger flew over my head. I didn’t understand how my blood could get her this angry.

“But I didn’t hurt my—self, it just happened out of the blue.” Breathing with difficulty, I mumbled the words and turned my back to her. I was really upset at the way she hit me, but if I didn’t tell her the truth instantly, she would get madder.

She was walking back and forth when my words stole her attention. She looked my way and focused on my back.

“You didn’t—,” she paused, and I helped her understand.

“I didn’t hurt myself, and neither did anybody else hurt me,” | said, and she zoned out for a moment before reaching me.

“Pull your shirt up,” she knelt down and did it herself without even waiting for me to listen to her command.

“You— you didn’t take your pills?” Another shocker hit when her voice stuttered.

I knew instantly that I was getting slapped again.

“I was sick, and Akin decided that I should heal first.” | yammered in haste and crawled away from her.

“Who is Akin to make any decisions for you?” She frowned, getting on her feet and grabbing my hand to drag me up. I didn’t like where this was going.

“He—,” I was trying to talk, but she was dragging me out of the room to take me to the living room and probably tell Lord Vasquez something obnoxious about his sons.

“Who took her pills?” She slammed the living room door open and walked inside, pushing me towards the wall and coming in front of me.

“What happened? Why do you look so upset?” Lord Vasquez jumped to his feet to ask my mom, who was so angry that she was shaking.

“Your sons took away her pills and made her suffer through agonizing pain.” Even her voice sounded heavy when accusing the brothers. They stared at each other because they knew they didn’t do it to cause me pain.

At least not this time.