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!

plastic digging into my fingers before

stiff, with my head turning slowly like a machine

looked him dead in

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

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he said in a low ang

I didn't blink.

New mother?

said it like I could just swap my real

head to

Jorja.

thought I was some kid who could be

all

made something

she was. Because I only saw her as

as a

someone else speak...

Kester." The voice was soft, clear, sweet,

snapped sideways,

sparked

blinked when my

who had saved my life by wishing me a happy birthday on my

like I'd swallowed

I thought was all scabbed over

It ached.

my defiance... Everything just came

one of those bright, squeaky cartoons kids her age. seemed to love. I just

Kasmine, hope was

me these past four months.

Always smiling, alwamet

always offering her damn gummy bears and weird-shaped cookies like that was enough

with her

could offer

of warmth I needed.