All Chapters of Help Me, Stepbrothers, For I Have Sinned: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Christina:“She’s always keeping to herself,” Normani rolled her eyes when mentioning Lavender. She didn’t have to say it out loud for me to know she disliked her. But it wasn’t only her and her sister who didn’t like her. I had hated Lavender since the day I met her.I was fifteen at the time when I first became friends with Normani. I liked having two idiots walk around me and carry my bags. And luckily for me, Normani and Sabrina fit that role perfectly. But then they had this stepsister, Lavender, who acted like she was better than us.I once heard Lavender warn her sisters that I was using them. I realized in that moment why I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for that little brat.Everybody hated her for a reason.“And you know what—our model brother pays so much attention to her,” Normani said, as if things weren’t already annoying with Lavender in the picture. Now I was being told that there was a handsome and popular guy who actually cared about her.“She must have told him

Lavender:“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips that made me clench my fists in frustration.“You know what I’m talking about. Christine isn’t Levi,” I hissed, stomping my foot in annoyance.She tilted her head slightly, pretending to think it through, and then nodded slowly. “So… does that mean you’ve been having an affair with your stepbrother? Or should I say—you tricked your stepbrother into a forbidden relationship?”The way she worded it shook my confidence. I knew this whole stepbrother thing would come back to haunt me.“You know it’s considered disgusting—but if it’s Christine, nobody will care. And it’s not like you can prove to Easton that it was you,” she flashed a smile before sighing and lowering her feet from the table.“Now, if you’re done complaining, can we get to business?” she asked in a bored tone, like my pain didn’t matter.“So—I want to sneak out of the house tonight. But my stepbrothers—you know how they are—they

Lavender:I had been crying for the last two hours. Ever since we came home, things had gone downhill fast.Everyone yelled at me. By everyone, I mean my mother, Sabrina, and even Mister Volkov. He kept raising his hand, showing me that he could slap me if he lost his temper.Normani was comforted by them, while I was treated like something dirty. Not even once did they ask me if what Normani said was true.The first slap Normani gave me had left me biting my tongue, bleeding in my mouth. I tried to tell them she was lying.But there was no proof that it was her idea to go out.The maids who had been cleaning the house earlier said they saw me ask Nikon for permission to go out.And then it all turned into a complete mess. I was questioned about why I lied—why I said I was going to the library but ended up at the club.Normani, through her hiccupping tears, claimed that I had dragged her along and made her wait outside while I went in. She said she heard some noise and came in to chec

Igor:I took her to my own bedroom, all while my father kept calling after me. Once inside my wing, I sat her down on the bed and noticed how she refused to let go of my shirt.“Hey, hey,” I said softly, placing my fingers gently under her chin to make her look up.She wasn’t fully aware. I could tell. She was bleeding from her head too. They had punched and hit her without caring where they struck.I had a bad feeling she had a concussion.“I’m here,” I reminded her, to let her know I wouldn’t hurt her.There was no way—absolutely no way—Lavender got Normani assaulted. If anything, it had to be the other way around. Did they think we were stupid?“Calm down, you’re safe,” I repeated gently, taking out my handkerchief to clean her eyes.The blood from her forehead had run down into them. As I cleaned her face, she finally let go of my shirt and sat there, her eyes staring into nothing.She would start crying uncontrollably, then suddenly go numb.“I’ve called the doctors and nurses. T

Igor:“Valerie—why did you lie in there?” After Valerie gave her statement, I couldn’t sit in the same living room. The others celebrated like it was suddenly just about proving Lavender wrong.“I didn’t,” Valerie stopped right when she was near her car. “I didn’t like how you doubted my words back in there. Why did you bring me here if you didn’t even believe what I said?” She started raising her voice after she realized I really was doubting her.“Valerie—” I grimaced, grinding my teeth because I just had a bad feeling.“Why is it so hard for you to believe Lavender could do something bad?” she asked me, putting her body weight on one leg.“It doesn’t matter, Valerie. The thing is that them beating her up is still assault.” I raised my voice and clenched my fists, which she noticed.I knew she would be offended now.“So first, it was that she didn’t lie to go to the club where her stepsister got attacked because of her. And now that it’s confirmed it really was her, she’s the victim