Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 329

KESTER.

I sat in the living room, hunched over the controller, with my eyes glued to the TV screen as the video game blared through the speakers when I heard Dad's car in the parking lot.

They were here.

I had already rehearsed this moment over and over in my head like a scene from a movie, and I was certain I'd do even better than how I had it planned out in my head.

Ignore them. Don't speak. Don't look. Just keep your eyes on the TV nd pretend they don't exist.

Simple.

I turned the volume up a notch.

I heard giggles.

They were already a happy family without me. But it wasn't new to me. Whoever the little girl who'd now become his new daughter was should be happy she met the monster when he was in his pretentious era. She probably thought she'd just won the jackpot. Got herself a daddy

I couldn't wait for her to learn how wrong she was.

The front door creaked open.

I didn't even turn to look.

The maids followed behind, dragging in glossy suitcases and fancy bags with golden zippers. The heavy luggage was carried upstairs.

I could feel them stop behind me but I kept my gaze focused on the game, pretending I didn't hear the tiny exhale Dad always made when he was trying not to lose his temper.

"Kester," he called, clearing his throat.

But I didn't move.

"Kester," he tried again in a firmer tone.

I still said nothing. He didn't deserve a reaction.

There was silence... And then, snap!

controller was yanked from my hands, the plastic digging into my

turning slowly like a machine until my

looked him dead

jaw twitching like

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said in a low ang light voice, 'Greet

I didn't blink.

New mother?

real Mum out for a replacement ke changing

my head to the woman

Jorja.

I was some kid who could be won over with a plate of

said, all warm and fake

something in

her. I just stared at her like she was a cardboard cutout. Maybe she was. Because I only saw her as a background prop in the nightmare my father

as a

I heard someone else speak...

The voice was soft, clear,

gaze immediately snapped sideways, past

sparked

when my

one... The girl who had saved my life by wishing me a happy birthday on my

like I'd swallowed something

one I thought was all scabbed over and cold,

It ached.

all I had practiced, all my defiance... Everything just

"little sister" as she sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes glued to one of those bright, squeaky cartoons kids her age. seemed

with Kasmine, hope

close to me these past four

Always smiling, alwamet

weird-shaped cookies like that was enough to make me

with her

she could offer

of warmth I needed.