Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

KASMINE.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, staring at the pile of my belongings with a mix of horror and confusion. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, but there was none. None that made sense.

Kester... my brother... had kept all these things. He'd taken them.

I felt sick. My chest tightened, and the room seemed to spin around me.

My hands were still trembling when I noticed a book. It had fallen out of the box, landing near my feet. The leather-bound cover was worn, its edges frayed as though it had been handled countless times. A diary.

I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, my pulse hammering in my ears. Fear clawed at my insides, twisting and tightening until I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to pick it up. Whatever was inside that diary, I knew it wouldn't make anything better. It would make it

worse. So much worse.

But I couldn't leave it untouched. Not after everything I'd already uncovered.

My fingers hesitated before finally reaching for it. Slowly, I opened it to the first page.

My name stared back at me, written in Kester's familiar handwriting.

MINE.

flipped to the next page, my fingers trembling

in it. I couldn't help myself. It still smells like her. I kept it

The ribbon. I thought I'd lost

shut, squeezing my eyes closed as my breathing grew ragged. My hands clenched the diary so

No, this

But it was.

was a crude drawing-of me. My face, my hair,

it began, this maddening fixation on her smile. It's as if the world stops when she laughs, and I am the

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how do I touch the

so consuming, be wrong? I can't stop thinking about her. The way her hair falls, the way she looks at me without knowing what I see in her eyes. She's too close

as if, as the years went by, whatever sick

darker.

from peeping through the hole I had carved on my wall. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the softness of her lips as they part-Selene, I ache to kiss them, to taste that sweet innocence before she knows what I'm capable of. My hand itches to reach out, to touch her skin,

night. Her soft body pressed against mine, her mouth on my neck, my hands tracing the lines of her body, feeling every inch of her. She moans under my touch, and I can't stop

feel like to

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