Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328 

KESTER. 

14 YEARS AGO. 

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I lay on my bed, one arm limp at my side while my head rested on the other, with my eyes fixed on the ceiling above me like it held the secrets to why my world had fallen apart. 

From my headset, Billie Eilish sang what felt like the story of my life 

What was I made for… 

It was a quiet song, but it hit so loud in my chest. 

I was probably too young to understand lyrics like those, but I understood hurt too deeply and too early. The song resonated with me so much that I couldn’t stop listening to it. 

And it made the ache in my chest louder sometimes. Like pressing on a bruise you couldn’t help but touch. 

But other times, it made me feel less alone and hopeful. Especially that last part. 

…Think I forgot how to be happy 

…Something I’m not, something I 

can be 

…Something I wait for 

…Something I’m made for… 

God, yeah. That part always cracked something inside me. 

Because I had truly forgotten how to be happy and what it even meant. Didn’t even know how it felt anymore. 

Since my mum died – because she was dead 

to me 

– 

a part of 

me died. When Dad told me she was gone, I didn’t cry. 

I didn’t scream or shout or break things like the kids in movies. 

I just sat there and waited to feel something… Sadness. Anger. Shock Anything. 

But what I felt was betrayal. And it was the cold, heavy kind of betrayal I felt. 

She betrayed me. She left without looking back. She could have taken me with her, but she didn’t. 

She left me in the hands of the monster she called my father. That was heartless. 

She knew what he was. And she still left me here. 

What kind of a mother does that? 

What kind of a mother chooses that? 

Now, this was all I knew how to do… Lie still, keep quiet, and be invisible. 

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Chapter 328 

School wasn’t fun and never interested me, and Norlan’s place was most days, I stayed in here and got lost in music that said the thing 

only place I didn’t feel like I was constantly shrinking. But I didn’t know how to say. 

The door to my room slowly opened, and I tilted my head just a little to take a glance, but the moment I saw who it was, I went back to staring at the ceiling. 

“Kester,” my dad called in the soft voice he started learning to use in the past weeks. It felt like he’d been practicing to use that tone in front of a mirror. 

The volume of the music I was listening to was really low, so I could hear him, but I pretended not to. 

He closed the door and entered my room, gently tapping me to get my attention. 

I didn’t move. I just kept my eyes on that ceiling, tracing the same tiny crack I’d been staring at for days. It was starting to look like a lightning bolt. Or maybe a scar. 

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