Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 23

KESTER.

"What in Selene's name did I just hear?" My father's voice thundered through the phone, sharp enough to cut through the mounting headache I'd been nursing all day.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my composure as the words came pouring out.

"Here we go,' I thought bitterly, bracing for the inevitable onslaught.

"Talk to me, Kes! The news is all over the place! How could you lower the price of one of the company's most valued products just to match Kex's games?"

I exhaled, staring out the window of my office at the city lights glittering below. My patience was wearing thin, and I had no interest in justifying myself to a man who acted like he would have single-handedly solved all the world's problems if he were still in charge.

"What would you have had me do, Dad?" My voice was laced with frustration. "Stand back and watch while Kex poached every single one of our clients? Let him tear Zamfort apart while I did nothing?"

"Over twenty-five purchases have been made in the last four hours, Kester!" he barked, ignoring my question entirely. "Do you even know how much of a loss that means for us?"

Of course, I knew. The cost of production for the Sentinel 12X Quantum Server was $61,279 per unit. I'd brought the price down to $56,000. Every sale was a $5,000 loss. But he refused to see the bigger picture: retaining our clients now meant long-term loyalty, and loyalty would always pay off.

And I couldn't let Kex have the last laugh. Not when I have more ways to recover my losses and make him pay up my sleeves.

I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, biting back the retort sitting on my tongue. "Don't worry, dad. We'll recover our losses. I promise you," I said, picking up my briefcase, ready to step out of the office.

I looked at Kasmine, who seemed to choose closing hour as the best time to get busy with whatever she was After spending almost all her day in the restroom with that dimwit whom I'd kill soon.

doing.

She thinks I didn't know. Well, I'd let her think so for now. Soon, she'd be paying for every single lie she'd ever told me because of him.

Tonight would be a good time to start her punishment.

"Alpha Mellors is very upset with you. He has refused to help, even though he is in the best position to help us right now," My father said, ruining the mood I was already trying so hard to lighten.

my fingers tightening around my phone, "What does he

asked, irritated, as I gol Kasmine's attention, signaling her to

snapped in disgust, "He doesn't like

been good to June," I bit out, "I let her visit whenever she wants -my house, my

enough," my father countered, "Alphia Mellors wants more commitment from you. This isn't just about personal feelings, Kester. This

hair. "And what exactly does he want? A ring on

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bluntly. "That's exactly what he wants. And

June since you were twenty-three and she was

There was silence.

you before," I gritted my

was coming. Mellors Corp. is one of the most powerful corporations in the business world. If we want to survive Kex's

to boil over. "I won't make June my chosen mate. That's

said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Now, listen carefully. Tomorrow, you're going to pick her up and bring her to your house. She'll spend a few

I snapped. "In just three years of taking over from you as CEO and as the Alpha of our pack, I have had tremendous success in every ramification. Have you ever stopped to imagine what I would do on my own in another two years? Why do you have such little faith

Kester. Tomorrow is a long time." With that, he ended

at the seat

calm after dinner and a hot shower. The tension of the day hadn't fully dissolved,

She did a great job cheering me up, and now, she was fast asleep. It was already 10 pm and I was sure as

hope she heeded

save her from what was to come tonight? I almost laughed

dinner in her room, pretending to be sick and needing

she doing? What was she wearing? How

a shot of blood down my lower region, and my

Surprisingly, she was sitting up in bed, her phone pressed to her ear. But something was off-this wasn't the phone I knew her to have. My fingers tensed on the edge of the desk, a surge of possessiveness flaring up inside

narrowing as

"We'll talk tomorrow, I must go now. Please." She pleaded, looking toward the door, obviously anticipating my

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