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.

he described

room which I prayed earnestly not

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

interior,

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

to come up with other opportunities for us to meet even here... Probably whenever Kester isn't around. I am certain he wouldn't always always be at

bathroom and freshened up. I quickly slid into my casual shorts

be home at

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 I'd say 'hi' to him peeping from my room just before he enters

Perfect.

lay my hands on - Omelette and toasted bread. I didn't want to be caught in the

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

Kester.

I flinched, making the juice I had poured

locked gazes. My

did I go from loving my stepbrother to dreading him? We used to be so close, but right

grow up. People change. He had changed so much

"Hi... Kester?"

***

KESTER'S POV.

I swear, I

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

be upset,

thought of having her stay with me for

I do all

her personal life, but I don't fucking care. I

That was how far I could go to make sure she was

she remains a good girl and

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