All Chapters of Fated To My Cruel Step-Brother and His Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My cheeks burned like they were on fire. Extremely mad at myself, I averted my gaze, feeling like I just won the award for the perv of the venture. Jin, however, appeared amused. His eyes glinted at me with a smile that reached his eyes for the first time since I knew him. It was as though he was telling me, ‘Caught you staring, little wolf. Enjoyed the kiss, did you? There's always more where that came from...’ Ugh! Nimue! Get it together! I shoved a forkful of food into my mouth, barely tasting it. Yet, I felt incredibly ridiculous. I could still feel Jin’s gaze on me. Every little motion felt dumb now. I had no idea if it was a good idea to put the fork down or have a glass of water. I decided a glass of water would be the best option to gulp down the nervousness in my throat. Thus, I reached out for the crystal jug with the intent of noiselessly pouring myself a glass but my eyes caught Kieran’s disgusted gaze on me. His eyes bored into me with such intensity that made m

“Young mistress and the Luna will be measured by Viviana here.” Said a male designer who pointed at a female one with red lipstick and a pencil skirt.I was going to advance toward Mom and act my part, yet, seeing the fake smile plastered on her face and how Alpha Viktor was patting her back in a false affection display drove me to the edgeI couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of there. “I-I’m sorry, but I suddenly feel pressed.” I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. The cold water on my face did little to calm my racing heart. What was happening? Why did everyone seem to be playing a part in a twisted game?I looked in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with a look of bewilderment. I was just a pawn in a game I didn't understand. When did my Mom turn this way?Kieran and Alpha Viktor were bad influences.Taking a deep puff, I braced myself and walked back to the fitting room. I had to face them, no matter how difficult it was. As I entered the room, al

"Mom, don't be sad," I squeezed her hand tighter. "Dad would want you to be happy today." Her eyes were filled with a sadness I couldn't bear. "I know, sweetheart," she whispered. "I miss him terribly."I hated the way her voice was trembling. I didn't realize how all of these were making Mom scared. It made me wonder even further why then she was so hell-bent on proceeding with everything.Anyway, the whole thing was already at a point of no return. Mom had always been strong for me. Time for me to do the same.A lump formed in my throat as I said, “Me too, Mom. But he'd be proud of you. He loved you so much."I couldn't tell her that I had cried all night and had still grieved Dad’s absence this morning before coming to see her. A smile curved her lips. "Thank you, darling. You're so sweet." She took a deep breath. "I want to enjoy this day. For you, for Viktor, and for him."For Viktor? The asshole Alpha? Pfft. I tried hard to bury my irritation and pressed my lips together. “Go

My world seemed to only want to register Nimue. The satisfaction I was looking forward to reveling in by scaring everyone present in the chapel became meaningless. I almost couldn't breathe when I saw how beautiful she was in that pink dress, her hair styled to perfection, and how her dual eyes widened in surprise at my arrival. Something was wrong. Something was odd – different about her. I wish I could figure out what it was on the spot, but it seemed bigger than me. I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on but my throat suddenly felt dry. The way her eyes bored into mine and our gazes blended into each other made me want to turn away and sprint out of here. “Cripes, Kieran. Get a grip.” I reproached myself, flipping my head for clarity. When the result of my reckless entrance cake was in the form of incessant murmurs and bewildered gazes, I raised my hands in surrender. “Sorry. Just walking in.” I sarcastically pointed out, tearing my gaze away from Nimue and waltzing

Nimue ~~ I didn't expect to see Jin looking extraordinarily breathtaking as he walked my Mom down the aisle. He wore a dark blue suit that fitted him perfectly, a white shirt, and a silver tie. His hair was neatly styled in a modern cut, and his overall look was polished and professional. I had never seen a young guy look so reserved like he was in his thirties even though his face said something else. ‘Gosh, Nimue, what are you doing?! Your mother is literally walking down looking so beautiful and graceful, yet, your mind is on a man?’ I reprimanded myself so hard, feeling all shades of guilt for not registering Mom first. Oh, my Ma… She was a stunning bride. Her wedding dress was long and white, with beautiful lace details. It was fitted at the top and flowed out into a long skirt. She wore a sparkling tiara on that made her look like a Queen and carried a bouquet of white flowers. My heart melted. I wasn't ready for this. My mother was the most beautiful bride in the