Nown 20

Mated to My Step–brother and His Best Friend 

Chapter 20 

EVE. 

This wasn’t just punishment. 

This was psychological warfare. 

Living under the same roof with Alpha Saint was like sleeping in a bear trap. It was never going to 

work out for me. 

It’s been two days now, and I haven’t set eyes on him just yet. He hadn’t even been home. And I can’t begin to express how thankful I am for that. Because, honestly? That is the only thing keeping me 

sane. 

I mean… if I had to see him right now, or be in the same space as that hollow–eyed monster and pretend we were anything but a walking crime scene, I’d snap. 

The guards watched me like I was some kind of prisoner on parole. I couldn’t breathe without them breathing louder.. Couldn’t even piss without them waiting by the door like I might try to tunnel my way out through the toilet. 

I wasn’t allowed out unless one of them followed me around like I was some VIP hostage. 

And maybe I was. 

My life was a mess. A very specific kind of mess. The kind you wake up to and wonder if maybe the Moon Goddess really does have a cruel sense of humor. 

I went back to the pawn shop, where I sold the Rolex that kicked off this whole horror show, and guess what? I was told a woman had already bought it months ago. That wasn’t the worst part. 

I begged the storekeeper to at least tell me the woman’s name, because I knew almost everyone at Lanry Side. It was a very small town, and most people could barely afford groceries, let alone a luxury Rolex. 

And just as I feared, the storekeeper gave me only one hint: “The buyer looked like a visitor from a foreign country.” 

Of course she did. 

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Because the universe wasn’t just punishing me, it was laughing while it did it. 

So, a visitor buys the one thing I needed to make Saint not want to kill me? 

Perfect. 

Now what? 

I couldn’t even begin to think straight, because every time I tried to focus, Kyrie’s face flashed in my 

head. 

The first day he approached me at the wedding, I could swear he recognised me. But that night, he barged into Saint’s house when I was going to ask for permission to retrieve my things from his 

father’s house; Kyrie just acted disgusted. 

The way he looked at me, like I was something rotting. God. His eyes did that thing people’s eyes do 

when they try to pretend they don’t feel disgusted, but their soul already gave it away. 

And for some reason, I didn’t like the look of disgust on his face when he looked at me. A part of me, 

stupidly, irrationally wanted to run to him, grab his sleeve, and tell him it wasn’t what he thought. That I wasn’t sleeping with my stepbrother. That I wasn’t some filthy, manipulative bitch like his 

eyes accused me of being. 

I knew he thought Saint had fucked his stepsister. 

But, I’ll let it slide. Besides, Saint had warned me never to let Kyrie know I was the girl from that 

night. I didn’t know why, but I’ll obey and ask questions later. Maybe it was best that it stayed this 

way because I didn’t even know which one of them was the real threat right now. 

Saint wanted to break me. 

But Kyrie? 

I couldn’t tell if he would save me… or burn me slowly just to see if I’d beg. 

I hurried to the bathroom to wash myself up. 

Maybe a hot shower and a delusional plan were exactly what I needed. 

Perhaps I’d sneak out of the house. There should be a way or something. 

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I could run away from here and hide at Irene’s house for now. They lived almost at the outskirts of Lanry Side, basically the armpit of nowhere. It would be difficult for Saint to find me there. I’ll lay low for some time before I decide what to do with myself. 

I grabbed my headphones and decided to play some soothing music while I dressed up. It always does the trick. 

I adjusted the volume until the world faded out and the beat settled into my bones. 

Soon enough, I found myself vibing to the rhythm of the song, singing and dancing along, momentarily forgetting all about my problems. 

My towel slipped a little as I moved, and instead of adjusting it like a normal person, I grinned and yanked it off like I was performing on stage for an audience that didn’t exist. 

And in that moment, I wasn’t a prisoner. 

I was just a girl dancing her problems away. 

Stupid, reckless, and free for the next five minutes. 

Because what I didn’t hear over the music blasting in my ears was the sound of the door unlocking. And the slow, heavy footsteps coming in behind me. 

I swayed, rolling my hips lazily to the rhythm, my thong was dangling from my fingers, halfway to being pulled on when I spun around… And slammed straight into something solid. Hard. Warm. 

Alive. 

The contact jolted through me, and my headphones yanked clean off as I staggered backward, 

startled. 

But I didn’t fall. 

Because two large hands caught me. 

One gripped my arm, the other wrapped low across my waist. 

I froze instantly. 

My heart climbed into my throat like it wanted to escape. 

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And then, slowly, and cautiously, I lifted my eyes, praying to all the gods alive on the planet that it wasn’t who I was thinking it was. 

My gaze collided with warm, molten hazel eyes that looked so out of place in a house this cold. And those eyes trailed from my wide eyes, to my bare chest, down to my hips, and everywhere around and in between. 

I couldn’t breathe. 

It was Kyrie. 

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