Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

KESTER.

I closed the door as carefully as possible so as not to wake Kasmine up. She was still sound asleep, her body curled beneath the covers, lost in the kind of deep rest only I could give her. I wasn't about to disturb that.

We were supposed to go scuba diving today, but after last right, I wasn't sure she'd have the energy for it. Maybe we'd take the day off and stick to something easier-like the bonfire at the villa tonight. She'd love that. For now, I had other things to deal with.

I strode to my room, my mind already shifting into work inde. A shower first- then emails. I knew there'd be a flood of them waiting for me, along with the hundreds of messages from my father that I'd purposely ignored yesterday.

I'd deal with him later.

The moment the hot water hit my skin, tension melted from my muscles. I let it run over me, closing my eyes for just a second longer than necessary, letting my mind drift. had been a long time since I felt this-contentment. Not peace. Not exactly. But something close. Something I only ever felt when Kasmine was with me.

After my bath, I stepped out, letting the cool air hit my skin I toweled off, applied lotion, and pulled on my usual -sweatpants and a black singlet, an easy go-to. As I reached for my laptop, my gaze caught on the tattoo on my arm.

A slow smile stretched across my lips.

Mine.

Every time I looked at it, it reminded me of her-of what she meant to me, of how deeply she was etched into me. Even when she wasn't physically by my side, she was here.

Getting these tattoos was the best decision I'd made in a long time.

For a brief moment, I stood by the window, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun. The air was fresh, the ocean breeze slipping through. The day promised calm.

Then I opened my laptop.

And just like that, the calm was gone.

Thirty-four emails.

My jaw tensed.

I grabbed my phone, unlocking it with a flick of my thumb Twenty-one texts. Forty-eight voicemails.

What the fuck?

Was my pack on fire? Had the world ended overnigh

A muscle feathered in my jaw as I stared

at my screen, irritation curling in my gut.

I decided to look at my emails first. They were all from the office.

I clicked on the first email, and Ryhs's name flashed at the top. My eyes skimmed

through the message, irritation shifting into something else. Worry.

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It came in as URGENT.

-29 BONUS

Ryhs: "I don't know what the fuck is happening, but our suppliers In Scotland have practically shut us out, We were already struggling with Belinzo prioritizing Valor Larte's shipments, but now even our backup suppliers are pulling back

I've spoken with Mellors Holdings-or tried to. They won't return my calls. Neither will Hexley Shipping That's not a coincidence. Someone is leaning on them hard.

Our latest shipment of semiconductors, scheduled for this week, has been rerouted. It was supposed to be ours. Instead, it's been redirected to Valor Lante. Again.

If we don't act fast, our Scotland branch will go under. We're already bleeding money trying to keep things afloat. Another quarter like this, and we'll be forced to cut operations.

We need leverage. We need a way to make Belinzo hurt for this. Tell me how you want to proceed."

I felt my heart pick up speed.

Fuck!

biting more than he could

slowly, my jaw tightening. They

shipments.

email was from Logan Drake, my

Belinzo-Valor Lante

Kester,

contract between Belinzo and Valor Lante again, and there's no easy way in. The exclusivity clause is airtight.

months-maybe a year-before we could get a ruling.

The

third-party shell company, we might

if you

Logan.

A workaround. A risky one. If Belingo

could rewrite their agreement and block us

didn't act, we

was from Maya Lome,

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pulls out of Zamford and reinvests in Valor Lante, we'll lose nearly zo %

That's overnight, Kester.

holds 28% of our market shares. If they pull out and others follow-which they will-our board

They'll vote you out."

More emails came in:

two new government contracts-both

nightmare brewing. Journalists are

email, every fucking message, was like a hand tightening around my throat... Another shove toward

Wescorpulling out.

Belinzo shutting us out.

Valor Lante taking everything

into fists, my temples pulsing as I ground my teeth together. This wasn't just competition. This was war. A well-calculated attempt to gut

Why?

didn't let him

board those spineless fucks-if the numbers took a sharp enough dip, they'd turn on me without hesitation.

corporate puppet

the bed where I sat.

with barely

over to the table by the window, my fingers trailing over the

glass vase perched at the

there. Not so close to falling off the edge of

I didn't move it. Neither did I steady it. Instead, I watched it, waiting to see

over on

one wrong move away from crashing. If nothing changed, if nothing was done, I'd fall and shatter. Just like

there, letting it

I was about

to call Rhys in order to start tearing through this mess,

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look before

through

the actual fuck,

June.

adding gasoline to the flames of fury already brewing inside

when did June learn to

still wearing yesterday's dress. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest, nails digging into her

second-a single second-I didn't give a

in the goddamn car all night!" She said, and for

shit. No wonder she still looked

up from my phone.

"And when I woke up, was still

you have any idea how cold it got? How stiff