Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

KESTER.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" The disgust in my voice was thick enough to cut through steel. My grip on the door tightened as 1 stared at her-the absolute last person I wanted to see.

June had the audacity to smile, tilting her head like I'd just asked her to move in. "I'm happy to see you too, Kester," she teased, then reached down to grab her suitcase stepping forward like she belonged here.

I blocked the entrance. "How the fuck did you get this address?" My tone was colder than the ocean breeze.

June rolled her eyes, all mock innocence. "Your father gave it to me. He also gave me the go-ahead, actually. Thought you might need some... company." She exhaled, "What's the big idea? It's just you and your sister. Another presence - your soon-to-be wife won't kill."

My jaw clenched. That old man was pressing too many fucking buttons, and at this rate, he wouldn't live long enough to keep doing it.

June, oblivious-or maybe just too smug to care-shrugged past me and into the living room, spinning slowly as she took it all in. "Wow," she breathed, her fingers trailing over the edge of a sleek glass table. "This place is magnificent. I love it, Kester."

I stared at her with nothing but contempt. "Yeah? Shame it doesn't love you back." She smirked, unbothered, before dropping onto the couch like she owned the damn thing. "By the way," she continued, crossing one leg over the other, "your father told me about the Belinzo & Valor Lante collaboration. He said you needed help... and comfort." Her grin widened. "So, here I am-ready to give you both." She said with utmost delight.

***

After exchanging numerous emails with my father, it was confirmed that June was staying for the remaining days of our vacation.

In his words: "She was just a necessary inconvenience."

That manipulating bastard of a father.

I was tempted to walk over to June and rip out her heart with my bare hands. She was a fucking parasite, leeching off my patience and pushing herself into my space.

I dialed Norlan's line, and it rang. Thankfully, the fucker answered the phone. He wasn't fucking a random girl at the moment. Shocking.

"I thought you'd be balls deep in a random girl. Didn't expect you to answer the call,” I said, leaning against the balcony railing, the cool breeze doing little to settle my irritation.

"And I expected you to be drowning in pleasure by now," Norlan shot back. "Two women with you over there? Come on, Kes, what are you doing?"

to kill one of them." My voice was

He chuckled, "Kester..."

kill her. She's already pushing me to the brink," I said, an

"I get it, man. But you can't just throw her off a

Chapter 83

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wanted one thing your stepsister. And since he couldn't have her because you said no to him. He'd do anything and everything possible to bring

works."

let him anywhere near Kasmine. "Why not

Norlan!" I cut him

in surrender, "This thing

always remain a secret. Play

not a game."

be

carrying my child soon," I said casually watching the moonlight stretch over the

silent. Then, with slow realization, he

was uneasy. "Kasmine would never let that happen. You know

her

Norlan almost yelled over the phone, "That's some next-level insanity!

plan to take it even farther. You have no idea," I said. "Kasmine is my life. And I can't imagine a life without her. Quit trying

that followed was charged. I could almost hear the gears in

"that you've been fucking your sis... I mean... Kasmine, raw this whole time while she thinks she's protected?" A beat of silence."

it'd be too

let out a low whistle. "You do realize she's meeting her mate in five weeks, right? What's your plan? Let her waltz into another

my blood fucking boil, and my anger rose

down the burning rage so could form a coherent sentence. "Fuck, Norlan. I'll erase that man who is that unfortunate to be called her mate."

sanity. But Norlan sure knew how to make me lose it

of his forehead and rubbing his palm on his skin-cut hair, "Whatever you choose, you know I'm always with

quiet, taking in a deep breath to

to win this game, the sensible

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