Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

KASMINE.

Kester wouldn’t even understand all of this:

I was the only one who truly saw the edges of this madness. The only one who knew how deep this pit went.

So I had to be the one to save us.

Even if it shattered me in the process.

After the call with Mum, I sat in silence for a full minute, or maybe two, revisiting and replaying the entire conversation in my head. That woman would hang herself if she ever found out about me and my brother.

I dragged my feet off the bed in a slow, robotic movement. It felt like a puppet dragging its own strings.

I ignored the sharp, hot pains I felt between my thighs. I bit down a cry, my fingers curling into the bedsheets, I felt so bruised and

sore.

That monster must have fucked me while I was unconscious.

My mouth tasted of salt and acid, my stomach twisting so tight I thought I might vomit.

I would just hurry to my room, grab something to wear, and disappear again before he returned from the office.

I was halfway to the door, clutching the oversized hoodie I’d just yanked from the bottom drawer – the bastard had actually left me naked. I hope he had his fill because he won’t find me ever again.

My bare feet scuffed against the cold floor, but I screeched to a stop when the door creaked open. My heart seized.

What was he doing at home?

I thought… I thought he had gone to the office or something.

He stood by the door… Shirtless, sweaty, hair a mess like he’d just finished a workout or come back from running the entire damn city on foot. A tray of food was balanced easily in his hands, and that goddamn wide, warm smile was on his face like everything

was normal.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice all silk and gravel, rich with satisfaction. “You’re awake.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, “Why the hell did you drug me?”

I stared at him, stunned.