Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 100

"Excuse me, ma'am," I called out, stepping back up to the desk.

She exhaled, rolling her eyes like I was the biggest inconvenience of her day. "Yes, Kasmine," she drawled, her voice laced with exhaustion. "What now?"

I dropped the file on the desk between us. "These records aren't... sufficient." I tapped the thin folder with my fingertips, keeping my voice steady even as irritation licked at my nerves. "Some vital information seems to be missing. Is there a mix-up somewhere?"

She didn't even pretend to care. Her eyes flicked to the file, then back to me, her expression blank with careful disinterest.

"This is all there is on Kester Hamilton's records," she said flatly. "I'm sorry."

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The apology was false, lacking any real sincerity. It only fueled the slow burn of frustration rising in my chest. I leaned in slightly. "I'd like to speak to someone else. A doctor. Someone who was actually in charge of his case."

I was also losing my patience. I didn't know what game she was playing, but I wouldn't let her win.

"You have to leave, or I'll call security on you, ma'am," Her tone turned unfriendly.

There it was. The shift.

She wasn't just annoyed anymore. She was... nervous. Her fingers twitched slightly as she glanced around, her eyes darting toward the nearest security guard stationed near the exit.

Why?

I met her gaze, watching closely. And that's when I saw it fear.

It was almost as if they had been compelled to keep Kester's records hidden from any other person who wasn't him.

Why did I feel there was more to this woman's behavior than meets the eye?

Someone didn't want these records seen.

The realization sent a sharp pulse of adrenaline through me, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. Another perfect idea slipped into my head.

I flicked a glance at the clock on the wall. 1 PM.

Perfect.

Four more hours until the close of work.

I plastered a smile on my face and met her glare, "Thanks, ma'am. Sorry for bothering you. Do have a splendid day ahead."

In the actual sense, I wished she'd have the worst day of her life today for treating me the way she just did.

KESTER.

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I strode into the living room and was greeted by a troubling sight.

wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from unraveling. Her eyes- puffy, red-rimmed, and glassy-told me everything I needed to

Something was wrong.

whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid lazily, taking slow sips, with his face set in a familiar

I ignored him.

nothing for this five-foot-three bastard-the man

angular features, carved with an authority that demanded obedience. But where he wore his power like a carefully tailored suit, I

from the tree, they say. But this particular apple? It rolled far, grew sharper and more dangerous edges, and turned into something

was the refined, more dangerous version of my father. And the

Pity.

to my stepmother, lowering myself onto the couch beside her. She straightened as if forcing herself to snap out of whatever trance she had been stuck in, then

I knew better.

asked, placing my arm around

this woman any less. Each time I am around

warmth I almost didn't grow up to

I can call

shook her head quickly, her fingers tightening around the sleeves

Really. You should go upstairs and take

Sure. But

leaned in slightly. "That doesn't answer

another smile, this one even weaker than the

She wasn't.

wouldn't talk-not now, at least. If there was one thing I had learned over

we're talking later. In your room. Don't think

flickered briefly toward my father before she

My irritation spiked.

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deciding that I'd get to the

could take

a meeting with June's father

smooth and indifferent, but the way he said it like it was the

that mattered

wave of lee down my

face him, my lips

what you're concerned about?" 1 tilted my head slightly, mockery dripping from

but he

Typical.

my head. "You should have really learned to handle your women better, old mani

crystal barely containing the force behind his knuckles, clenched, and for

his

His jaw

he always took when he was barely keeping

step closer, shoving my hands into my pockets, watching him like a predator studying a wounded prey. "You'll finally grow a spine and do something about

to burn.

invading his space, daring him to

head, my smirk

As he