Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

KESTER.

The room still smelled of her faint traces of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled from where I had fucked her until her voice broke,

I had brought the sex from the mini room to the main bedroom. I wanted to mark every corner of this room with our sin. And I almost did.

Just a few more corners left.

She had clawed at my back, bitten into my shoulder, screamed my name like she had nothing left in her world but

1. me.

And for a while, that was all I needed.

Now, reality had crept back in.

I sat at the edge of the bed, naked, one hand dragging through my damp hair while the other scrolled through the endless stream of disaster flooding my inbox.

The Scotland branch was bleeding money. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes and cutting off my -supply chain.

I exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Valor Lante was behind this. That much was clear. But they weren't attacking directly. They were using Belinzo.

The contract between Belinzo and Valor Lante had seemed harmless on the surface-just a standard supplier agreement, nothing more. But now it was obvious what was happening.

They were prioritizing Valor Lante's shipments, pushing Zamford Tech to the bottom of the list.

They had cut me off from the very materials I needed to keep my projects moving.

My fingers tapped on the keyboard of my laptop as I typed out an email to Rhys Carter, my Operations Manager.

Me: I need you to get to Scotland ASAP. Dig into the supply chain. Find out exactly where the chokehold is. If Belinzo is the problem, I want proof. If Valor Lante is pulling the strings, I want leverage. We can't afford another quarter like this. If you need to put pressure on the smaller suppliers, do it. But I want shipments moving. Call me the second you get anything useful.

I hit send, then reached for my phone. There were other fires to put out, and I had to do it myself. Not because there wasn't someone who could help―June could. With a single word, she could smooth this over.

Her father's connections stretched farther than the Mediterranean Sea. That's how connected he was.

He could twist Belinzo's arm, put pressure on Valor Lante, and make sure the Scotland branch stopped bleeding before the next quarter collapsed on me.

That was why my father wanted this marriage so fucking badly. It wasn't about me, or love, or family. It was strictly about power.

And inaybe that was what I should do. Maybe I should stop being so fucking stubborn, marry June, let her fix this and be done with it.

But I wasn't going to.

I wasn't going to crawl to her. Wasn't going to let my father push me into a life I didn't want with a woman I felt

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nothing for.

edge on my own, then I had no business running it. Jaw tight, I dialed Logan Drake, my legal advisor. The moment he picked up, I didn't waste

Lante. I want to know if there's a loophole we can use to break

Belinzo signed a priority contract with them, they're within

fuck about their rights." My voice came out sharp, low. "I care about getting my

over.

Then, "I'll see what I can

I hung up.

like a distraction to me. I felt like turning it off already. But before I

Elliot Greyson.

Hooked

and his face was

before he got on the

Entrepreneur, Found Dead Mid-Flight to

off when I heard angry

broadcasting the fucking thing, still running theories, still digging for answers they'd never find because the only

"Kester!"

Fuck. Not now.

stairs sent a pulse through my

coiling, bracing myself just

my shirt, her hair still a mess from what we'd

paused when she saw me

to the

"You knew."

not a

Instead, I set my laptop

talking to when you walked in and dragged me with you. And now he's dead." She left the door and took slow

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settle between us while I

I saw tears gathering in her beautiful

was crying for

Another. Fucking. Man.

girl and her

One tear slipped down her cheek. A single drop, but it felt

exhaled and stood up, casually walking to the closet to get something to wear. "You know who

covering her mouth to suppress the whimper that had already escaped her throat. "How could you? Why?"

mine." I paused and said over my shoulder. I already had enough I was handling. Women's drama wasn't one I'd like to add to my plate

man," she choked out, trying to rationalize it, trying to make me feel something I didn't. "He was here on a business trip

another man fucking touches you like that again, I'll do more than kill him silently and let his body be found

took desperate steps backward with her eyes still glued on me. "I'll cut off his hands and deliver them to you in a bouquet while I'd serve his head on a platter

"Kester..."