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.

on the couch, her shoulders tense, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to

Something was wrong.

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

I ignored him.

this five-foot-three bastard-the man whose face, whose damn existence, was almost a mirror of my own-it was

the blind 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 carefully tailored suit, I was power

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

father.

Pity.

walked straight to my stepmother, lowering myself onto the couch beside her. She straightened as if forcing herself to snap out of

I knew better.

placing my

couldn't love this woman any less. Each time I am around her, I feel

I almost didn't grow

the one I can call my

shook her head quickly, her fingers tightening around the sleeves

You should go upstairs and take a shower. You

Sure. But I

leaned in slightly. "That doesn't answer my

even

She wasn't.

there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that pressing

my feet. "But we're talking later. In your room.

toward my father before she looked

My irritation spiked.

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deciding that I'd get to the bottom

take

you scheduled a meeting with June's father

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

that mattered at this

wave of lee down

turning back to face him, my

from every syllable.

but he said

Typical.

learned to handle your women better, old mani You got sloppy even before

on his glass tightened, the fine crystal barely containing the force behind his knuckles, clenched, and for a second, I

reason to break his jaw and some other vital joints

His jaw

he was barely keeping himself together. "Kester," he called in a

my hands into my pockets, watching him like a predator studying a wounded prey. "You'll finally grow a spine and

expression turned sour, his eyes cold enough to burn. "You don't get to speak to

deliberately invading his space, daring him

my head, my

quiet. As