Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 228

Chapter 228

KASMINE.

I didn't want to be down here.

God, I really didn't.

Every fiber in me screamed to stay tucked away in the safety of my room, buried under the warmth of silence and solitude. But I threw that choice away the moment I glanced at my phone and saw his name lighting up my screen again.

Jaden.

I'd been ignoring his calls for days-pressing decline like a reflex, almost like breathing. He must've finally gotten the message because he stopped calling and started texting instead.

Persistent bastard.

And maybe whatever deity decided to touch him with a bit of remorse didn't quite finish the job because despite the fact that he was trying to apologize for how our first date went, he still had that sprinkle of arrogance like a perfume he refused to wash off.

It was... irritating.

And oddly entertaining.

oddly timed, mildly amusing distraction in a world where everything else felt like it was rotting around me - because they made me laugh, even though his texts weren't the kind that

laugh you let slip

Jaden:

bit of an ass. Maybe just a teaspoon. Definitely not a

not to interrogate you like you're applying to

"P.S. I wore something decent tonight. No cape. No crown. I

text, an idea popped up in my head. Wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to show Kester that I was moving on pretty well? At least, judging from the fact that things between us had turned this sour and he was finally getting engaged to June, soon to have a perfect fairytale ending I would never be a part of, it was the best time to move on

hadn't, this silence and distance between us was enough to bury

with Jaden. He was nothing more than a

more into him, too. Plus,

think I love now my boyfriend, wasn't he? And who knows? He could turn out to

waters. That had to count for something. So, being mated to

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even though it seemed like they were fast asleep or in a coma. They had to learn to flutter whenever I thought about Jake. They

for myself would be to gradually take

conversations were dry the wine too bitter, the food tasteless, Karina's presence disturbing-but nothing was as nauseating as watching June and Kester sit so close together like

earlier with June's hands wrapped around his made nausea rise to my throat, but

I checked the time.

8:04 PM.