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.

cautiously as

softness he reserved only for me. “Talk to me, please. Is

did?

in my chest tighten, a fresh wave of frustration crashing

problem. And still-somehow-he made himself

forgotten what the problem was? He had

he asked, his voice almost childlike now, like a boy desperate for approval. He cupped my face gently in his hands,

whispered. "I didn't kill her anymore, I promise.

out a nervous scoff and shook his head, "She's fine.

God, no.

right? I did that for you. I'd do anything for you,

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on that last word, the kind of crack that sounded like it had a thousand jagged

And the worst part?

it.

exposed in his face as

or that

weren't enough to stch the pieces

in his mind, he hadn't done anything

voice cracked, "Please. Make things easy

me.” I said weakly, fighting back the