Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Karina sighed dramatically, tapping a manicured nail against her mug. "You know, I am right here."

I ignored her again.

"She won't be staying here," I said flatly.

My father's gaze met mine, "This is still my house, Kester."

Silence.

Long, thick silence.

And then, he leaned back as if the conversation was already over. And with a

casual sip of

his coffee, he said the words that made my blood run hot.

"And Karina is also my daughter."

The laugh that had been bubbling under my skin finally slipped out.

Dark. Amused. Poisoned at the edges.

I pushed off the chair, straightening to my full height, my gaze sweeping over him with something between pity and disbelief.

"You really are a fool, old man.'

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his beloved daughter. I had all it takes to get her out of this house. I could have snapped my fingers and had her dragged out before she even had the chance to finish her pathetic

no. Where is the fun

me. Brought my plans right to my doorstep, wrapped in the golden opportunity of her own

And Karina?

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in self-importance, to see

at the moment. There was just a thin line separating her from being an actual

had a relationship with alcohol-one that teetered on the

destruction.

There she was. Drowning in a bottle of

legs crossed as if

exile.

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bar, placing the wine I had in hand on

where other

bottle stood tall, beautiful, and distinct.

should be.

knew she was watching

been the silent type. She wouldn't hesitate to spill it if she had something to say-and she always had

when her voice finally filtered through

tilting her head slightly, her gaze flicking between me

set down. "Old

I didn't respond.

even glance at

an invitation

now have an effect on you? Because, the last