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.

her shoulders tense, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from unraveling. Her eyes- puffy, red-rimmed, and glassy-told me

Something was wrong.

favorite whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid lazily, taking slow sips,

I ignored him.

felt absolutely nothing for this five-foot-three bastard-the man whose face, whose damn existence, was almost

could see. The same deep, green eyes. The same angular features, carved with an authority that demanded obedience. But where he wore his power like a

doesn't fall far from the tree, they say. But this particular apple? It rolled far, grew sharper and

dangerous version of my father. And the best part? He

Pity.

onto the couch beside her. She straightened as if forcing herself to snap out of whatever trance she had

I knew better.

asked, placing my

this woman any less. Each time I am

I almost didn't grow up to

is the one I can call

head quickly, her fingers

go upstairs

But

leaned in slightly. "That doesn't

this one even

She wasn't.

was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that pressing too hard would

said finally, rising to my feet. "But we're talking later.

toward my father before

My irritation spiked.

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that I'd get to the

take a single

scheduled a meeting

the way he said it like it was

mattered

of

my lips curling into something between amusement and

about?" 1 tilted my head slightly, mockery dripping from every syllable. "Not the bastard

deepened, but he

Typical.

my head. "You should have really learned to handle your

his glass tightened, the fine crystal barely containing the force behind his knuckles, clenched, and for a second, I almost hoped he'd throw the

give me a reason to break his jaw and some other vital joints

His jaw

he let out a slow, controlled breath-the kind he always took when he was barely keeping himself together. "Kester," he called in a dangerously low

"Or what?" I took a slow step closer, shoving my hands into my pockets, watching him like a predator studying

enough to burn. "You don't get to speak to

invading his space, daring him to react. "And the

my head,

As he should