Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 302

KASMINE.

I was exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, physically...

Everything felt dull and heavy. My thoughts were too jagged to fit neatly in my head.

I didn't even have the strength to be angry anymore. And Kester wasn't making it any easy for me to stay angry.

Because what the hell did he buy all these for? I had only asked for something to eat. Just something simple, anything, But instead, I walked downstairs to a goddamn mall dumped in the living room. The dining table must be groaning under the weight of food, tech, shopping bags, boxes wrapped in ribbons, and a ridiculous lavender package I didn't even want to know the price of

He'd gone feral in the name of "getting something for me to eat."

He was a mix of sweetness and bitterness. He was both safe and dangerous. He was a blend of warmth and wrath. He was honey on a blade. He was sweet and lethal. He was... Oh, my God.

He was a complex man... So complex that I found myself making up excuses for all his wrongdoings June told me about. I shouldn't forgive him. But here I was, standing in the middle of a fantasy he created just for me... and trying not to cry.

Because deep down, I knew what this was.

It was Kester's version of love.

Wild. Obsessive. Unhinged.

And real, in a way that terrified me.

But this wasn't right. What was wrong was wrong. There shouldn't be excuses, let alone me making them up for him.

baby?" he asked cautiously as if approaching a wounded

eyes with that impossible softness he reserved only for me. “Talk to me, please. Is it something

did?

a fresh wave of frustration crashing against

And still-somehow-he

forgotten what the problem was? He had

asked, his voice almost childlike now, like a boy desperate for approval.

whispered. "I didn't kill

head, "She's fine. I left her alone

God, no.

that for you. I'd do

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kind of crack that sounded like

And the worst part?

meant it. Every, Single,

exposed in his

his arms or that

to stch the pieces back

mind, he hadn't done anything

My voice cracked, "Please. Make things easy

Allow me to hurt when you hurt me.” I said weakly, fighting back the tears that settled in my eyes, “You can't just... Hurt me and fix it immediately, as if nothing happened. I feel suffocated,