Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 300

KESTER.

I swear to fuck, I didn't want to answer my phone since it was my father calling.

I knew my father didn't call unless something was boiling under his wrinkled skin. And honestly? If this call could irritate him a little-drag it out, make him squirm- then it won't be a bad idea to frustrate the old fucker a little bit.

It would keep me occupied as I drove home. Plus, I was still very upset about not being able to finish what I had set out to do tonight. But it was fine. As long as Kasmine was the one who had stopped me, I was fine.

If she says Melissa gets to live, then so be it. That's how it works now!

I answered the call while driving at an unhealthy speed. I was in a hurry to return home to my baby.

"Yes?" I said flatly, not bothering with the useless pleasantries he probably still thought he deserved.

I knew my tone would piss him off. That was the point.

Let the old fuck stew in it.

There was stale silence. The kind that used to make me sit straighter as a kid, hands on my knees, waiting to be reprimanded like a dog pissing where it shouldn't.

But that version of me? That pathetic little boy is fucking dead.

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the road as I muttered, "Are you going to speak or just breathe like a fucking pervert?"

That got him.

He let out a sharp exhale like I'd poked something under his skin, and he was bleeding ego.

"Kester," he finally said, "Jorja's threatening to divorce me."

I scoffed loud enough just to make sure he heard it.

That was it?

why he

no-hut because I was curious.

to

"She's your mother."

dead. "If she finally wants out of that stale, loveless circus you call

and I heard his voice tightening, "She's threatening to leave because of you!" he snapped, “Because of that ridiculous pairing the Moon

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give a fuck if she's my stepsister. She's mine. She was always

"Kester..."

I'll give her up just to

"Kester, listen to me-

shit, if the whole damn council thinks it's a mistake. I don't care if the heavens themselves

"It's an abomination, Kester! A

if that's what it takes. I'll

a

really let your mother leave me over this?" he said, his voice becoming quieter, "Your mother whom we love? Does that

nothing to you?"

I laughed.

about your happiness?" I scoffed, glancing at my rearview. "Why the fuck should I care about your

old man?"

take a sharp turn without killing

gave me nothing but silent treatments, bruises, cold dinners, loneliness, and a

I was some experiment gone wrong. And now

want to rot beside

as

it. Every ounce of loneliness that awaits you. Every second of sadness. I hope it eats you from the inside. So don't feed me that guilt trip about 'family' now that your

your

then spent two decades trying to kill anything soft in me. You don't get to wear the title

broke me, then act surprised when I turned into