Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 146

Her eyes darted from the screen to Jorja, to Dad, to me. Searching for a reaction

or for someone to tell her this was all just a bad dream.

No one said a word.

Not even Jorja - Queen of Constant Commentary. She stood frozen, one manicured hand on her chest, the other under her chin as she watched the show.

"Here." She said, regaining some boldness. "You can check my phone. I never sent such a text to anyone." She handed the phone over to Lance, who navigated through her text messaging app. After a few seconds, he flashed the

screen in her direction, and I swear, her eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

The text

text messages were there on her phone. The dates showed that she had sent the text just two days ago.

"No. No." She shook her head, "There is... There is a mix-up here. I can't recall doing any of these... No." She was trembling, taking slow steps backward. "Someone must've drugged me or set me up or something. This isn't- this isn't fair."

Fair?

I almost laughed.

She looked pathetic.

But the thing that sealed it? She turned to our father, her eyes wide and arms outstretched like a child begging for protection.

"Dad, tell them. Tell them I wouldn't do this. I don't even go out that much. You know me."

He didn't move.

He didn't even blink.

He just stared at her like she was some stranger who'd wandered into his home and started wrecking furniture.

Perfect.

I stepped forward.

"You're right about one thing, Karina."

She looked at me like I'd just thrown her

life vest.

"This is unfair. To the people who trusted you. To the name you dragged through the dirt. And to the people who had to clean up your mess every damn time you lost control" I said in a flat, casual, and calm tone.

It hit her

click behind

Karina hissed, jabbing a finger at me, "It's you!

I didn't blink

didn't see this coming the moment I warhed you? You're doing this to

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undone. Dad just stared. Even Lance shifted slightly, just enough to

slow sinirk curling up the corner

said, calm as hell. "Now, what

your little secret affair. I have proof! I have pictures. Videos! You really think I didn't keep receipts in

snapped, pulling out her phone with jerky hands. "Fine. You want proof? You want the truth? Watch." We all watched. The silence wasn't just tense- it was choking. You could hear her

gallery. Her

Nothing.

Scroll. Scroll. Panic.

breathing got heavier

here. I swear-they

her messages. Her

once-this dry, humorless wheeze-then looked

backed everything up. I'll get

out of the room before anyone could respond, disappearing

speak. Neither did Jorja. We

few long

Then she came back.

slicked her forehead. Her hair clung to her temples. The laptop

with shaky fingers, and started searching. Her lips moved as

She searched. And searched.

Then stopped.

"No.. no," she whispered.

Nothing.

Jorja and Dad, her fingers trembling against the touchpad. "It was here. I swear. I had the folder. I labeled it... everything. They

voice filtered

She froze.

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to

saw the split second it took her to process that. The conflict flashed

Then, she straightened.

said quickly. "Good. Do

twice. He gave a subtle signal to one of the men behind

where they could draw

Karina came back into the room, standing beside

handed the paper over to Dad, who