Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 397

KASMINE.

FOUR WEEKS LATER.

It all still felt… unreal. Like I was living in someone else’s life. A dream I hadn’t woken up from.

A fairytale, maybe–but one that came after a storm. The kind you don’t fully trust because it feels too peaceful.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the woman looking back at me. My cheeks were fuller now, soft and round with the pregnancy. My eyes carried that permanent tiredness, yet there was a calmness I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was contentment. Or maybe I was just numb.

The fuck are you just standing there and doing nothing?” I heard Kester’s voice from the living room, dishing out orders, moving things around, barking at the staff, organizing that which he swore had to be perfect today.

he didn’t want me to raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too

the hospital last week, I hadn’t even washed my own damn hair. Someone else was always around to do something for Sometimes, it felt like people were breathing for

hear of me doing anything for myself. He bathed me. Dressed me. Tied my hair. Carried me from the bed to the

ing to

got

because he was terrified. After losing one of the triplets, he was done taking risks, especially with

danger. Said the worst was over and that everything looked fine. But for Kester, nothing would ever be fine unless he could personally guard my womb like a fortress.

rapidly changed many aspects of our lives while

of Mum leaving Dad had hit me hard. I thought it was because of the drama Kester and I had caused, maybe because

so much planned out before Kester took him out. He had already sent some damning evidence against Dad, showing

She felt like she’d been lied to all these years, and that Dad wasn’t the man who pretended

were in the final process