Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

KASMINE.

Ever heard of the word crazy?

Kester Hamilton was crazy. The man had gotten me a wedding dress even before I’d come to terms with the idea of ever being with him.

Speak of positivity and determination.

And it fit perfectly. The intricate designs, the

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and God knows I was doing everything in my power not to shed a tear. I didn’t want to ruin my makeup for the second time today. My chest was tight, and my hands fidgeted in my lap as the maids moved around me.

And then my gaze slid down the gown again. It was impossible not to. The fabric shimmered faintly under the lights. Kester had a maddening talent for choosing the best of everything – and this dress was proof. He didn’t just have good taste; he had unforgiving taste.

Everyone busied themselves, putting the final touches on my hair, my face, my dress – every detail had to be perfect. The rustle of silk, the faint scent of fresh flowers, the click of heels across the floor – it all made the moment feel more real.

“Get her shoes. We’re running late, Mum ordered one of the maids as she stepped into my space with a wide smile.

“Baby… I’m so proud of you, my love.” She smiled softly, her hand finding mine. I could see the tears gathering in her eyes. She’s going to make me cry.

“Thank you, mummy,” I said with a smile.

She was moving on very well. She seemed to be the only one moving on, because Dad was still locked up in his

owe you an apology,” she said suddenly, and I signaled for the maids

I

almost ruining your happiness. For letting my own opinion blind me. I was so caught up in what I thought was right, in protecting you from what I thought would hurt you, that I nearly destroyed the very thing

I whispered, shaking

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brushing against my skin, “I can see if now, Kasmine. I can

kind of love… She swallowed hard, her voice breaking. “It’s

slipped down my cheek before I could

you every single day, and

anymore. By

wedding, I’m going to step away for a while. I need to heal, baby. I need to

words hit me hard,

laugh. “But I promise I’ll be back in time to welcome my grandchildren into

both of us. I stood and wrapped my arms around her.

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