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.

didn’t want me to raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too pampered. Like a royal egg that shouldn’t even be looked at too

hadn’t even washed my own damn hair. Someone else was always around

wouldn’t hear of me doing anything for myself. He bathed me. Dressed me. Tied my hair. Carried me from the bed to

ing to

I got used

down, 1 knew it was because he was terrified. After losing one of the triplets, he was

and that everything looked fine. But for Kester, nothing would ever be fine unless he could personally guard my womb like a fortress. He wouldn’t

weeks that has rapidly changed many aspects of our lives while giving

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

planned out before Kester took him out. He had already sent some damning evidence against Dad, showing why his ex- wife, Kester’s

was all too much for Mum to process. She felt like she’d been lied to all these years, and

now, they were