Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 98

hapter 98

KESTER.

"Leave us," I said to Lance, James, and Dylan.

They hesitated for a fraction of a second-perhaps debating whether it was wise to leave me alone with her. But one deathly look from me sent them moving. The door clicked shut behind them.

I leaned back, studying her as she moved with that aura about her-the kind that suggested she belonged anywhere she pleased.

She sat down.

Bold of her.

I hadn't even offered her a seat.

"It's been a while," she mused, tilting her head just slightly, her gaze raking over me. "You've grown into a fine young man, Kester."

Her voice was smooth, like fine silk wrapped around a blade.

Her short, blonde hair still looked as silky as I remembered, only, this time, it was more well taken care of. Because the last time I had that hair wrapped in my hands, it took a good number of able-bodied men to tear her away from my grip. I left it in a mess.

"Good thing you've had your hair fixed, Karina," I murmured, my tone as empty as my patience, "I see your hair isn't the only thing you've fixed. Your audacity is back in perfect condition as well."

"There isn't a single thing money can not fix, little brother She replied smoothly. Little brother.

The words grated like rusted steel against my ears,

I wasn't little.

I wasn't her brother.

She was my father's bastard. A stain on our family. Born two years before me to the whore who had poisoned my parents' marriage beyond repair.

being. She was as

thought I'd see you after the last time we met," I emphasized the last word, relishing the look of anger on her face. "Too bad people

same serpent's smile I remembered from years ago, the kind that coiled around a

wasn't

me,” she said in a deceptively light tone, as though this

my lips. "Oh, I'm surprised, Karina,” I

under the impression

of her mouth twitched, but she didn't let

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she urmured, "Seventeen years old, shaking with rage, your hands wrapped around my throat, the

My jaw clenched.

to her like it

she should never have been born. That her existence was a stain that needed to be scrubbed out. And that I would do what my father hadn't had the balls to do-erase

And I had tried.

they'd pulled me off of her before I could finish what

Until now.

night so well," I said, my voice low and smooth.

head. "Kester, Kester, Kester," she tsked, leaning forward. "Still

Fuck

demons and wanting me to snap.

I was admitted to the hospital for "therapy." when she was the one who always,

me up in a psychiatric

before

insults, "And you're still the same manipulative bitch who should've

dragging over the room like she was claiming it with just her presence. "I barely

I said nothing.

"But look at me now," she continued, dragging her fingers along the armrest of the chair. “Alive. Thriving.

say a word. I watched her make

started the process,

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