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.

took my things upstairs to the room he described

prayed earnestly

but it was

furnishing, interior, everything

he texted back. Although he was sad and disappointed about the distance between us, we promised to keep in touch and

I am certain he wouldn't always always

up hungry. I hurried to the bathroom and freshened up. I quickly slid into my casual shorts and

evening, and I knew Kester would be home at any

him as curtsey demands since I just arrived at his house, but that would be all. And

Perfect.

I prepared the quickest meal I could lay my hands on - Omelette and toasted bread. I

a 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 didn't wish to see

Kester.

flinched, making the juice I had poured into a

raced uncontrollably when we locked

used to be

guess people grow up. People change. He had

"Hi... Kester?"

***

KESTER'S POV.

tried. I

to resist the temptation of influencing her posting, but, typical me...

upset, but I did

having her stay with me for

I

it as me being overly intrusive in her personal life, but I

I had even taken a life because of her. That was

was okay. As long as she remains a good girl and does as I

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