Page 119 of My Unexpected Mate

There was still a small part of me that didn’t want to accept this. It couldn’t be true.

But I knew it was.

Gabriel was my brother. My twin brother.

My grandma murdered my parents and my grandfather. She kidnapped me from my bed and took me away from my real family.

She wanted me dead even before I was born. She wanted Gabriel dead.

My grandma was a monster.

I was raised by a monster.

She hated me from the start. I guess that explains why she hit me when I was a kid. I now know why she called me a mistake.

But why didn’t she kill me? She wanted me dead. She thought that the only way to save the world from Victor was to make sure he didn’t get our power. Why let me live then? Why not kill me when she took me away?

I grabbed the pillow from my bed and threw it against the wall. I placed my head in my hands and grunted.

I felt a new emotion rise up. Anger.

She was not here anymore. I couldn’t ask her. I will never know.

I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling.

I was happy to know I had a brother. I was happy my brother was Gabriel. It explained the connection I felt with him. He made me feel safe and protected. I liked him.

But how the hell should I deal with what my grandma did to him?

She took away his parents. She hurt his grandma immensely.

How can he look at me and not hate me? I was raised by that woman. What if I turn out to be like her? What if I hurt him?

I felt tears escape my eyes and roll down the side of my face.

I am not like her. I am not related to her as it turns out. I would never hurt him.

But what if I do? What if she has affected me more than I know? What if I am like her?

Right now, I am ashamed of her actions. How the hell am I supposed to look at Gabriel? How the hell do I stay here with him?

He should hate me. Why doesn’t he hate me?

What if he started hating me? He will hate me once he figures all of this out. He will hate me once he remembers who raised me.

My chest started hurting and my heart was beating painfully in my chest.

I sat back up and grabbed the sheets. I couldn’t breathe.

My palms were sweaty, and my throat was closing up. Small black dots were clouding my vision.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it was cut short by a panicked sob escaping me.

What is going on? Why can’t I breathe?

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself.

I heard footsteps running toward my bedroom.

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