Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

KESTER.

“Leave us,” I said to Lance, James, and Dylan.

They hesitated for a fraction of a second–perhaps debating whether it was wise to leave me alone with her. But one deathly look from me sent them moving. The door clicked shut behind them.

I leaned back, studying her as she moved with that aura about her–the kind that suggested she belonged anywhere she pleased.

She sat down.

Bold of her.

I hadn’t even offered her a seat.

“It’s been a while,” she mused, tilting her head just slightly, her gaze raking over me. “You’ve grown into a fine young man, Kester.”

Her voice was smooth, like fine silk wrapped around a blade.

Her short, blonde hair still looked as silky as I remembered, only, this time, it was more well taken care of. Because the last time I had that hair wrapped in my hands, it took a good number of able–bodied men to tear her away from my grip. I left it in a mess.

“Good thing you’ve had your hair fixed, Karina,” I murmured, my tone as empty as my patience, “I see your hair isn’t the only thing you’ve fixed. Your audacity is back in perfect

condition as well.”

“There isn’t a single thing money can not fix, little brother,” She replied smoothly.

Little brother.

The words grated like rusted steel against my ears.

I wasn’t little.

I wasn’t her brother.

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Chapter 186

She was my father’s bastard. A stain on our family. Born two years before me to the whore who had poisoned my parents‘ marriage beyond repair.

I hated her with every fiber of my being. She was as cunning and soulless as the woman

who birthed her.

“I never thought I’d see you after the last time we met,” I emphasized the last word,. relishing the look of anger on her face. “Too bad people don’t learn their lessons.

She smiled. That same serpent’s smile I remembered from years ago, the kind that coiled

around a room, waiting to choke.

But I wasn’t seventeen anymore.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” she said in a deceptively light tone, as though this

was a casual reunion between long–lost siblings.

I allowed a slow smirk to curl my lips. “Oh, I’m surprised, Karina,” I said, watching the way

her fingers toyed with the buttons of her blazer. “I was under the impression that corpsest didn’t just stroll into my office uninvited.”

The corner of her mouth twitched, but she didn’t let the insult land fully.

“You tried to make me a

corpse once before… Funny,” she murmured, “Seventeen years old, shaking with rage, your hands wrapped around my throat, the other around my hair- what was it you said to me that night?” She tapped a finger to her lips, mockingly

thoughtful.

My jaw clenched.

I remembered what I’d said to her like it was yesterday.

I’d told her that she should never have been born. That her existence was a stain that

needed to be scrubbed out. And that I would do what my father hadn’t had the balls to do