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(KAIRA'S POV) I didn't see Slade for the rest of the night. I stayed in my room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word he'd said in the car. "Because you're my stepsister." "Stay away from him." "Forget I said anything." I pressed my palms against my eyes. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. He was my stepbrother. He had made it clear I was beneath him. He had kissed me and called it a mistake.

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

Carina’s POV In no time, the boys were strong and healthy. Though my stepfather refused to let them leave his sight, making sure they were escorted to school and back with protection around the clock. He didn’t want anything to happen to his grandsons at all. My stepbrothers—Rodrigo, Antonio, and Miguel—had also taken it upon themselves to personally escort Liam and Leo to school. I was honestly surprised at how clingy they had become with my sons.

Brandon says out of nowhere, laughing at his own imagination “That’s insane” Cassie tells him, trying to hide the smile that had formed across her lips, she definitely liked that idea “Not really. Well, I do understand they’re your brothers...” “Step brothers” Cassie cuts in, correcting him “Yes, step brothers. But I’ve read books where things like these happen you know” Brandon continues “Things like what?” Cassie asks, now fully interested “You know, two brothers falling for the same girl” he tells her with a shrug

My favorite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on my bed. “I prepared these things ahead of time. I hope you’ll like it here,” my stepfather said, rubbing his nose. Like a beast hiding its claws, I felt warmth from a father figure for the first time and quickly accepted this new family, forgetting about the stepbrother I hadn’t yet met. The next day, as I walked down the grand spiral staircase, I ran into a tall young man. I froze, unsure what to do, while he squinted at me, then pushed me into the corner of the staircase, wrapping his hand around my neck.

“I thought when you said yes, yes, yes, that you were going to say brother. Like biological.” She put her hand on her chest. “Step is… okay. Step is... Stepbrother is completely different.” She stopped, and started again. “Okay so wait. You’ve been in that house for two and a half months with your parents in Tokyo and your stepbrother and—” “Yes,” I said. “And you’re—” “Yes.” “Both of you—” “Yes.” She stared at me for another long moment. Then she grabbed my arm and started walking. “Tell me everything,” she said. “Start from the beginning. Don’t you dare leave anything out. We have the whole night.” She pulled me through the alley and back into the world with her hand around my arm and her

We fought about everything—seats in class, lunch tables, even who got the last locker space. I couldn’t stand them. But then my dad married their mom last year, and just like that, these two annoying boys became my stepbrothers. Now I had to live with them. They thought they were so perfect, so special, just because they were good-looking and popular. They walked around school like they owned the place, smiling at girls and acting like God’s gift to mankind. I hated how arrogant they were. I hated their smirks most of all.

"You say that now. But you are the basketball star. I am the new kid who draws in the corner." He looked at me sideways. "You think I only hang out with certain people?" "I do not know. We did not exactly run in the same circles before." He bumped my knee with his. "We do now. Same house. Same last name soon, probably." That thought made my stomach flip. Same last name. Stepbrothers. The word felt heavier every time I heard it. We talked more after that. Not deep stuff, but enough to fill the time. He told me about the pressure from his coach for the upcoming season. I told him about the art portfolio I needed to finish for college applications. Small things, but they felt real.

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

As we walked up to the hostess stand , they all smiled at us and took us to the table, Jason had booked. As we walked, I listened to Jason drone on about how he owned several night clubs as well as being CEO of the biggest publishing firm on the coast. I wasn’t interested at all in his conversation and it was my mum responding to her throughout. “There you are my sons”, I returned my attention to him when i heard that. “Nicole meet your stepbrothers and .......”, I didn’t hear the next words when my eyes fall on the two men already seated. I found myself momentarily frozen at what I was seeing.