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

Something was wrong.

fingers curled around a crystal glass of his favorite whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid lazily, taking slow sips, with his face set

I ignored him.

there was ever a moment I felt absolutely nothing for this five-foot-three bastard-the man whose face, whose damn existence,

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

It rolled far, grew sharper and more dangerous edges, and turned into something far worse than the tree had

version of my father. And

Pity.

if forcing herself to snap out of whatever trance she had been stuck

I knew better.

placing

love this woman any less. Each time I am around

almost

one I

quickly, her fingers tightening around

should go upstairs and take a shower. You must

Sure. But I wasn't

leaned in slightly. "That

this one even weaker than the

She wasn't.

now, at least. If there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that pressing too hard

said finally, rising to my feet. "But we're talking later. In your room. Don't think I'm letting this

her eyes flickered briefly toward my father before she

My irritation spiked.

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toward the staircase, deciding that I'd get to the bottom of this

take

you scheduled a meeting with

was smooth and indifferent, but the way

that mattered

of

turning back to face him, my lips curling into something

slightly, mockery dripping from every syllable. "Not the bastard daughter

but he said

Typical.

let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "You should have really learned to handle your women better, old

the force behind his

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

His jaw

he always took when he was barely keeping himself together. "Kester," he called in a dangerously low voice,

like a predator studying a wounded prey. "You'll finally grow a spine and do something about it? Please." I

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

invading his space, daring him to react. "And the best part? There's nothing

my head, my smirk

As he should