Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

KASMINE.I was about to live my best life. Just a few days from now, I'd be in the Maldives.The Maldives.For years, I'd dreamed of it—soft white sand slipping between my toes, an endless stretch of blue water meeting the sky, the kind of place where freedom felt special and within reach.It always seemed so Impossible, like a fantasy for someone else, because no matter how much I longed for it, Kester always had the final say.And he always said no.Until now.Excitement bubbled inside me, so strong it made my fingers tremble as I gripped the glass of orange juice.Even though I was being given this freedom by the same person who had withheld it, it was still thrilling. And even though I had dreamt of going with Claire... It was still okay. I believe it should still mean as much to me with Kester by my side.I should have been frustrated. I should have been resentful. But all I could feel was this dizzy, guilty sort of gratitude.Even if the strings were still there and I could feel

KESTER.I stared at her, disgust curling in the pit of my stomach as she thought she had the right to ask me stupid questions.After interrupting such a perfect evening for me, June felt the need to get an explanation as to why I was in the pool with my little sister. Naked.Kasmine had been terrified when I pulled her back into the water, but if I hadn't, June would have seen her naked ass running off into the house like we were doing something bad.I wanted her to see us... Really see us, so she'd know we aren't hiding or shying away or even doing anything wrong. Because, to me, I wasn't doing anything wrong.Even after I ordered her to go into the house, she still felt the need to stand by the window to watch Kasmine and me leave the pool.She saw me stepping out naked.Kasmine had stubbornly covered her lower region – butt and pussy – with the bikini wrapper. Her breasts were still well nestled in that tempting bikini bra of hers that I was sure she was thankful I didn't rip off he

KASMINE.Claire twirled her fork through the untouched spaghetti absentmindedly, entirely lost in her thoughts. She'd been moody all day, and I was sincerely concerned.I was expecting a lot of stories about how her date went, the excitement in her voice as she gushed over the details, but she'd been quiet about it all day."Claire? What's wrong?" I broke the silence amidst the small chatter of colleagues around the cafeteria. "You've been like this all day."She dragged in a long breath and set her fork on the plate. She hadn't even touched her food yet."I am fine, Kasmine," she released the breath she was holding, forcing a smile."We both know that's a lie." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Did he do something? Your date. Did he hurt you?" My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, my mind already racing through a hundred ways to make the bastard pay.She hesitated—too long. That pause was an answer in itself."Not really, but…" Her voice trailed off before she sighed, h

KASMINE.I stormed past him. My fists clenched at my sides in an attempt to shake off the fury burning beneath my skin.Did Kester think the world revolved around him alone? He was a control freak, and it was freaking me out already.I barged into my room, the image of June's tear-streaked face plaguing my thoughts.Kester's heavy footsteps followed behind me, and before I could slam the door shut, his strong hand caught it.With an effortless push, he forced his way inside, closing the door behind him with an annoying calmness. He stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, completely unaffected by my rage.His calmness was grating on my nerves."What the hell, Kester!" I spun around to face him, my voice barely restrained. "June could have heard what you said to me out there!"His silence was infuriating."I was out there consoling her, trying to ease the pain I was putting her through! And you—" My breath hitched, frustration swelling in my chest. "You had no right to speak to me l

KESTER.I stood by my table and stared blankly into the laptop, watching her prepare for work as though I hadn't watched her sleep all night.With Kasmine, it was never enough. She was too beautiful a sight to ignore. Too fucking intoxicating. The kind of beauty that made my cock hard every time I laid eyes on her.She went about her usual morning routine – styling her wavy, luscious brown hair, humming softly under her breath, singing along to whatever song played from the speakers, completely unaware of how fucking hypnotic she was.Then came the part that always made my lips twitch with satisfaction.She moved to her wardrobe, rummaging through her clothes – my clothes – and picked out one of the sexy skirts and blouses I had gotten for her.She didn't know what I had done. She had no idea that her wardrobe was no longer hers but mine. That I had quietly replaced every unappealing piece of clothing she had with the ones I preferred—skirts that hugged her hips, blouses that clung to