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.

been so busy all morning, yet he didn’t want me to raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too pampered.

got back from the hospital last week, I hadn’t even washed my own damn hair. Someone else was always

He bathed me. Dressed me. Tied my

ing to

it sounded, I got used to it. Maybe even

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

be fine unless he could personally guard my womb like a fortress. He wouldn’t let me so much as fetch a glass of

over the past few weeks that has rapidly changed many aspects of our lives while giving us

I thought it was because of the drama Kester and I had caused, maybe because of our

Kester took him out. He had already sent some damning evidence against Dad,

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

were in the