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.

with every fiber of my being. She was as cunning and soulless

the last time we met," I emphasized the last

ago,

I wasn't

me,” she said in a deceptively light

allowed a slow smirk to curl my lips. "Oh, I'm surprised, Karina,” I said, watching the way her fingers

her blazer. “I was under the impression that corpses didn't

corner of her mouth twitched, but she

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hands wrapped around my throat, the other around my hair-what was it you said

My jaw clenched.

remembered what I'd said to her like it

a stain that needed to be scrubbed out. And that

And I had tried.

of her before I could finish what arted.

Until now.

low and smooth. "But then again,

tsked, leaning forward. "Still the same cruel

Fuck

Stirring my demons and wanting me to

hospital for "therapy." when she was the one who always, always pushed me. Although I knew I had a

end me up in a psychiatric

her even before she

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

barely made it out that night. I had to crawl my way out of

I said nothing.

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

a word. I watched her

already started the process, Kester.

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