Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 129

It felt like death was licking at my heels.

The sky outside had been brooding all day clouds thick and grey. Fitting perfectly with my mood. Almost like the universe knew it, too, that this wasn't a

celebration. This was like me attending my own funeral.

My room was quiet and tense. The kind of silence you feel in your gut.

Norlan was seated at the edge of the couch, his palms pressed together and his eyes distant. He looked like he'd just walked out of a car crash. And truth? I didn't look or feel any better.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my tie with fingers that wouldn't fucking stop shaking. Each tug felt like it was tightening a noose around my own neck.

Fuck

I'd never been this nervous in my life. Not even when I was wrongly diagnosed and taken to the psychiatric ward years ago. Not when I gave my first speech in front of the board. Not even when I kissed Kasmine for the first time.

This was different.

This wasn't nerves. This was my body revolting. My heart knew this wasn't right. Every cell in my blood was screaming her name.

Kasmine.

The anger and sadness radiating off of me could burn downan entire city. But of course, this was also a step closer to being with the woman I love.

1 gritted my teeth and forced my fingers to move. "You aren't the one getting engaged to the wrong woman, Norlan Quit being sadder than me," I muttered.

Norlan was barely keeping himself together. He looked like a man who had lost his purpose in life. And I knew why.

He wishes to be the one in my place at this moment. Dude is head over heels for my 'fiancé."

"What are you talking about, dickhead? Come on. We have just about an hour before the event starts," He stood up, straightened his jacket, and forced a grin that didn't touch his eyes. "You look perfect tonight."

I stared at him through the mirror. Neither of us looked perfect. We just looked like two men pretending they weren't breaking inside.

wany sides.

I turned slowly. My fingers dropped from the tie, hanging up by my “Did you get it?" I asked quietly.

Norlan didn't answer immediately. He glanced toward the door like he was making sure we were still alone. Then le reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a sleek, matte-black flash drive.

He held it up between two fingers. "Encrypted. Triple-layered. You'd need a god to crack it... or me."

I walked up to m, took it without a word, but didn't look at it yet. I stared at him instead... The man who used to hack into our school's database just to change his grades and prank professors. I used to think it was all fun back then. But I never knew he'd take it so seriously that he'd take it to be a career.

"You sure it's solid?" I asked in a low voice.

Norlan nodded slowly. "It's everything. Offshore accounts. Tax evasion. Proxy companies tied to human smuggling rings in the Balkans. He thought he could scrub it clean. But that dumb fuck hired some of my old crew two years ago. I know their coding like the back of my hand.

A grin pulled at the corner of his lips. It was cold. Nothing like the forced smile he'd worn a few minutes ago. He was in his full work mode now.

"He didn't even encrypt his backups properly. I found a dead server in Romania that still had partial logs of every financial transaction since 2020. And get this," he leaned closer, "one of the shell companies is laundering money through a fertility charity in Lisbon."

my chest

Jaden. Perfectly polished on the

Tiny. Harmless-looking. And yet, it

else knows?"

myself. Scrambled the IP routes and bounced them across five countries.

we were doing, he'd come for

was thinking because he laughed softly and shook his head. "You don't have to look at me like that, man. I know the risk. I've danced

the table, poured himself a shot of whiskey, and downed it in one go. "But I gotta admit," he continued in a quieter voice, "it's different when you're not doing it

I looked at him.

the tech genius was a man willing to burn down an empire just to help me save the woman I love.. Norlan wasn't just a hacker. He was my weapon. And tonight, while the cameras would flash and the guests would toast and the world would believe I was celebrating. I'd be plotting the destruction of a man too arrogant to

I muttered, smirking as I

one to

abandoned and took a sip, letting the burn center me. Then I glanced at

"Thank you," I said.

I'd just spoken in another

"For making,

he couldn't believe I was just bringing ever built. I'm not surprised he

up now. "Man, that might be

into panic mode. Suddenly, I wasn't a rival anymore-I was a dying man clinging to my last venture. He saw

his soul to get in on

"He thinks he won."

"The real Elvris operates like a damn myth-clean trails, direct-to-client encryption, no public-facing platforms. Even their NDAs are signed using retina scans. Nobody ever sees the real product unless they're on the inside. So all I had to do was mimic their silence... and feed

1 chuckled. "Of course."

few made-up patents just obscure enough to sound real. I even planted

oil."

laughed at the joke called

brief? Perfect actors. They even threw in the

the glass down slowly, absorbing

swear, if you ever go dark on me, I'm

go dark, they're fucked You? You're the only one I'd burn

lights hit

dripping with crystal, casting fractured halos over a crowd of monsters in tailored suits and million-dollar smiles, Gold-trimmed railings spiraled along

lounging in arrogance like they owned the floor beneath their feet. And maybe they did. Titans of

honor.

chatting with Alpha Mellors and Luna Shannon at the other corner

tilted back just a little too far like she was auditioning for the role of "blissfully unaware

like a fucking suit of

a cluster of high-class ladies- wives of alphas,

the hell

a hard thump against

scanned the ball again, slower this time, but she was nowhere to

Chapter 129

for it. After Alfred fed him that crap about my assets being frozen, he went straight into panic mode. Suddenly, I wasn't a rival anymore-I

chuckled darkly. "He practically sold his soul to get on the 'next big

Classic Kex."

"He thinks he won."