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!

from my hands, the plastic digging into my fingers before

body gong stiff, with my head turning slowly like a machine until

looked him dead in

like he was daring me to speak, his jaw twitching like it always did when he was pissed but trying to act

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said in a low ang light

I didn't blink.

New mother?

said it like I could just swap my real Mum out for a replacement ke changing

slowly turned my head to

Jorja.

me. I guess she thought I was some kid who could be won over with a plate of cookies and

all warm and fake

smile made something in

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 was

as a

else speak... Someone I hadn't

soft, clear, sweet, and

gaze immediately snapped sideways, past

voice sparked something in

when my eyes rested

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

like I'd

smiled again, and my heart, the one I thought was all scabbed over and

It ached.

all my defiance... Everything

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

hope was

so hard to get close to me these past four months. ever since she and her

Always smiling, alwamet

like that was enough to make me smile. She

with her tiny

could offer me the

of warmth I needed.