Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Mum, please, you don't understand. I can't live with Kester. I don't want to," I pleaded with my mum, who paid little attention to me as she ordered the maids to make sure to pack everything I'd need for the next three months.

I had tried all I could to make the school post me to my place of choice but they said there was nothing they could do about it.

With his influence, Kester had made sure the school posted me to his company by all means.

Zamford Tech is three hours away from home, and my parents decided that it would be best to stay with Kester throughout my internship program since we only need to report to school once every week - on Fridays.

So, I had to stay at Kester's from Sundays to Thursdays. I had to endure him for that long. I hadn't even gotten over the fact that he killed someone because of me. It's been almost two weeks now, and we have never spoken about it after that night. Neither could I even muster the courage to tell anyone about it.

What happens to Jake? I can't call, text, or reach out to him without Kester knowing. And now, it would only get worse.

Although I had secretly gotten another phone, which I used in communicating with Jake but... What if Kester finds out?

"Mum?" I called softly, and my mom finally gave me her attention.

"Honey," She cooed, looking at me with tender love in her green eyes that mirrored mine, "You will visit us every weekend. Before you blink twice, your internship program will come to an end, and you'll return to your mother's warm embrace again!" She said with excitement.

She thinks this is about her? She doesn't listen. She never does.

It was Friday afternoon, and despite my pleas to leave on Sunday instead, my parents insisted I leave today so I could settle in properly before Monday.

Goddess! The universe was making my life miserable.

***

I was so nervous, and I didn't know why. I only visited Kester twice, and that's because he always comes home during the weekends. So, there was almost no need to go to visit him.

His house was huge, with just a few guards. He always mentioned that he didn't have a live-in maid. They all came in the morning, attended to their chores, and left immediately. So, I was all alone in the big house.

the room he described as mine via a text. It was

prayed earnestly not to be his

big and beautiful, but it was nothing compared to what I

interior,

him I had arrived, and he texted back. Although he was sad and disappointed about the distance between us, we promised to keep in touch and meet once weekly in

I am certain he wouldn't always always be at home. He should have parties,

but I woke up hungry. I hurried to the bathroom and freshened up. I quickly slid into my casual shorts and crop top and rushed

six in the evening, and I knew Kester would be home at any moment. I don't intend to see him

Maybe I'd just say a quick 'hi' to him as curtsey demands since I just arrived at his house, but that would be all. And

Perfect.

Hurry up!' I told myself as I prepared the quickest meal I could lay my hands on - Omelette

salver, I hurried to the refrigerator to get some juice when the door to the kitchen opened, revealing a certain tall, broad- shouldered, deep, green-eyed figure I

Kester.

lips as I flinched, making the juice I had poured into a

heart raced uncontrollably when we locked gazes. My throat went instantly

We used to

I guess people grow up. People change. He had changed so much that I hardly even

"Hi... Kester?"

***

KESTER'S POV.

I swear, I

the temptation of influencing

upset, but I did

the thought of having her stay with me for the

That's why I do all the things I

it as me being overly intrusive in her personal life, but I don't fucking

her. That was how far I could go to

long as she remains a good girl

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