All Chapters of Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KESTER.I've been on my phone all fucking day.Texting. Calling.Putting out fires and lighting new ones.Ensuring everything was under control and went as planned while preparing for this damned dinner.Everything had to work out fine. And soon enough. Because the sooner it happened, the quicker I'd get back with Kasmine and fix what was shattering between us.I was losing myself. Slowly unraveling, I swear it.With the steps I have taken and with June's promise to me the other day, I was certain the engagement ring wouldn't sit too long on June's finger before I call it off.I also had other plans to make sure King Mellors would not be able to undo the help he was about to render now when I call off the engagement. All of that is in the pipeline.It was already time for the dinner.My least favorite hour tonight.I checked the time again on my phone, locking the screen before the image of Kasmine's naked body, which I was looking at moments ago, forced me to go into her room this mi

KASMINE.I didn't want to be down here.God, I really didn't.Every fiber in me screamed to stay tucked away in the safety of my room, buried under the warmth of silence and solitude. But I threw that choice away the moment I glanced at my phone and saw his name lighting up my screen again.Jaden.I'd been ignoring his calls for days—pressing decline like a reflex, almost like breathing. He must've finally gotten the message because he stopped calling and started texting instead.Persistent bastard.And maybe whatever deity decided to touch him with a bit of remorse didn't quite finish the job — because despite the fact that he was trying to apologize for how our first date went, he still had that sprinkle of arrogance like a perfume he refused to wash off.It was... irritating.And oddly entertaining.But it was a good distraction reading his texts – a stupid, oddly timed, mildly amusing distraction in a world where everything else felt like it was rotting around me – because they ma

KASMINE.I knew we were both angry, volatile, simmering with tension that had been building for far too long—but it was different with Kester.I felt it when we were both caught in the moment last night, letting off all the steam that had been brewing between us for days now.I absentmindedly stirred the hot cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm, my mind drifting to what happened last night. My thighs still ached faintly from how rough it had been.Yes. I know. Call me selfish. Call me a monster. Because I let my big brother fuck me while his fiancé was sleeping alone in his room, wrapped in her pretty little lies and future wedding plans.But I needed that. I craved it. I didn't care about right or wrong. June had the rest of her life to play happy bride with him. I only had two days left before everything changed, before I'd be stripped from his life and forced to play someone else's puppet.So, yeah. I let him have me. And I took every second of it like a dying woman clinging to her

KASMINE.I hurried to the front door to get it.Finally, one normal person who isn't part of the whole drama in my life decided to pay me a visit.Claire.It was a Friday morning, and instead of dragging ourselves to school like every other week, Claire and I had made other plans. Shopping. We were hunting for my birthday dress and maybe—if we had time—a dress for the engagement party tomorrow.Anything to take my mind off things. Especially after watching the news clip I found on Instagram over and over again where June spoke about Kester and their love story. Repeating, again and again, that the deal her father made with him had nothing to do with their engagement. That Kester earned it.I could hear his voice behind every line.He had made her say those things. And desperate, infatuated June would gladly walk barefoot across thorns if it meant pleasing him."Let me grab my phone—uhm, just sit. I'll be right back," I told Claire after a quick hug. Her smile was soft and tired, but i

KASMINE.I got worse as the sun went down. At first, I thought I felt this sick because it was just a few more hours left for Kester to seal his fate with another woman. But as the clock ticked away, I realized it wasn't just emotional.It was physical, too.By the time I finished getting dressed for the occasion, my hands were trembling. My vision swam in and out of focus. Every little movement I made felt like wading through wet concrete.Claire had offered to stop by. She said she'd braid my hair and fix my lashes just the way I liked. But I told her we'd meet at the venue instead. I hadn't seen her since our last conversation about Kester—and after everything she told me... I didn't know how to face her.Didn't know how to face myself.Didn't even know what I was still angry about… I was exhausted.The moment I stepped into the car, the motion made it worse. My stomach twisted. My hands turned clammy. My head pulsed behind my eyes like a second heartbeat.Something was wrong.On o