Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

KASMINE.

I'd been looking everywhere for the new and only bikini I had bought last week. I only used them once, and I was sure I had kept them in my closet, but now I couldn't find them. I didn't come with the ones I had at home because Kester never liked them.

But last week, I told myself he could go fuck himself while I got myself a new pair. Although he hadn't seen it yet. Unless... No. He couldn't have found it. He wouldn't enter my room to search for and take my bikini without at least confronting me about it.

A swim would have surely gone a long way in calming the storming raging inside

me.

Jake and Claire have been unreachable all day. My life was miserable! I was literally losing it.

I was bored to death. Kester had instructed his men not to let me out of their sight. The entire house was well guarded. I couldn't even sneak out if I wanted to.

I jumped out of bed angrily to confront the guards for the fifth time today to let me out. They opted to walk with me even when I told them I was going for a walk.

"Fuck you, Kester!" I breathed as I slammed my door shot, marching toward the stairs when something caught my attention.

Kester's door was open.

Kester Hamilton's door was open!

That was a miracle, I must say. He never ever left his door open, especially after that night I walked in on him taking his bath. After that, he never let such a mistake occur ever again.

enters. Not even when he was still at the

something to

the room, biting my lip as a wave of

Kester's room, it felt like I'd entered another world. The air was thick with the scent of him-sandalwood and something darker, richer, uniquely

in his forbidden space. It was pristine and organized, every item in its place. The bed was massive, with

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commanding.

the corner of the room, dimly lit and almost hidden by the shadows cast by the heavy curtains. There it was. The large picture frame I had noticed last time. Back then, he'd stormed in

here. And the frame was

I slowly approached the corner. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the frame, its size and weight making it a bit cumbersome to pull out.

caught

No.

was... It was a picture... of me.

managed to hold on. The

forced myself to carry it to the bed, placing it gently on the dark sheets. My heart pounded as I sat

it instantly-the photograph I'd taken two years ago. It was supposed to be private, something I'd done on a whim during a photo shoot with a female photographer. It was tasteful, artistic even. A nude that captured my body in a soft, flattering light, my arms crossed strategically to conceal the

the picture on my phone, hidden behind a secure password. No one else was supposed to see it. I'd

hell did Kester have

the fuck does he have a picture

Oh, Selene...