Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294

“He’s here. He’s come to kill us. Please, Help. That was all I heard before I heard a loud crash from the other end of the line, and

the call went dead.

Her words made the blood drain from my face,

I didn’t need anyone to interpret the call for me.

Kester was at her house.

I grabbed my phone again, fingers flying, pulled up his number, and it dial. My heart was pounding in my throat. I prayed earnestly that he’d answer the call since he hadn’t been answering all day.

But just like I expected, he didn’t answer.

KESTER.

I’d been sitting in my black Mercedes Maybach for over ten minutes with my engine off, watching them through my tinted windows.

Melissa’s front yard was quiet, save for the low glow from the dining room window. I could see them clearly from where I was

parked across the street. She hadn’t drawn the curtains.

That was foolish. Why leave your house that exposed to every eye?

They were eating dinner. All of them gathered around the table like something out of a damned fairytale.

They laughed happily.

A little girl passed a bowl across to her brother. The boy beamed. Melissa leaned in to wipe something from his cheek, then ruffled

his hair like she’d done it a thousand times before.

That. Right there. That should’ve been my life.

That should’ve been my mother doting on me. That should’ve been my sister giggling at something ridiculous – if my father had let my mother bear him another child.

That should’ve been me passing mashed potatoes and catching warm smiles like it was normal. Like it was safe. Like love wasn’t a thing you had to earn with blood.

Instead, I got empty plates and screams that grew louder each day. I got slammed doors and glass thrown across the room. I got cold silences and loneliness that cut deep into my very soul each time.

I got nothing.

A big golden retriever sat patiently under the table, tail thumping softly every time Melissa reached down to giv

Of course, they had a dog.

a bite.

And framed photos on the wall. And handmade art stuck to the fridge. And birthday cards taped up like badges of honor. I could see all of it from here.