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

it click behind

a finger at

I didn't blink

You think I didn't see this coming the moment

Chapter

snapped to me so fast that her bun almost came undone. Dad just stared. Even Lance shifted slightly, just enough to tell

a slow sinirk curling up

cute," I said, calm as hell. "Now, what

proof! I have pictures. Videos! You really think I didn't keep receipts in case something like this happened?" Everyone's attention

"Fine. You want proof? You want the truth? Watch." We all watched. The silence wasn't just tense-

gallery. Her fingers flicked down. Again.

Nothing.

Scroll. Scroll. Panic.

heavier and

here. I

swiped again. Opened her messages.

wheeze-then looked

backed everything up. I'll get my

the room before anyone could respond, disappearing down the hallway. Her bedroom door slammed

Jorja. We all

few long

Then she came back.

clung to her temples. The

down on the coffee table, opened it with shaky fingers, and started searching. Her lips moved as she whispered to herself. "It's here. I know

She searched. And searched.

Then stopped.

"No.. no," she whispered.

Nothing.

her fingers trembling against the touchpad. "It was here. I swear. I had the folder. I labeled it...

voice filtered

She froze.

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true, then the best way to prove

second it took her to process that. The conflict flashed in her eyes like a

Then, she straightened.

quickly. "Good.

to be told twice. He gave a subtle signal to one of the men behind him, who stepped forward with a sealed

the side hallway, where they could draw the sample

before Karina came back into the room, standing beside Lance, who now held a printed

handed the paper over to Dad, who opened it without hesitation. His