Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351 

KESTER. 

hurried to the house as fast as my car could take me. 

I didn’t even wait for the engine to cool. The moment I pulled into the driveway, I slammed the gear into park and flew out of the car, the door banging shut behind me with a violent thud. Gravel crunched beneath my boots as I sprinted up the steps, nearly ripping the front door off its hinges as I burst inside. 

I froze for a heartbeat in the doorway of the living room. The faint scent of baked bread still lingering from dinner. 

Mum was perched beside Dad on the couch, one hand draped over his arm, her eyes shining with amusement. He was mid- sentence, chuckling about something I didn’t care to know until I caught the tail end of his words, spoken just before the 

door crashed shut behind me: 

…I hope she reasons with him.” 

My blood ran cold. 

I didn’t need context. 

1 knew who they were talking about. It was Kasmine. 

But who the hell was the “he“? 

They lifted their gazes in my direction, and their little chit–chats died abruptly when they saw me. 

“Kester!” Mum called, surprised like I’d appeared from the grave, almost as if she hadn’t expected to see me at home. 

“Where is Kasmine?” I asked, already headed toward the stairs, giving them only half my attention. 

I expected a response even though I wasn’t paying attention. 

I expected them to say, “She is in her room.” 

But they didn’t. They were silent. 

That kind of silence didn’t come from confusion. It came from guilt. 

I stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to face them. 

Mum had stood up, smoothing her dress like it 

distract me. Her lips parted, but it seemed the words refused to 

come out. Dad remained seated with an unreadable expression, but the twitch in his jaw gave him away. 

Fuck. 

They knew something. 

And whatever it was, they didn’t want to say it out loud. 

My pulse thundered in my ears. 

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Chapter 351 

*I’ll ask one more time,‘ I said in a low and deadly voice, coming down the stairs, the storm in my chest already rising. “Where. Is. Kasmine?” 

There was a beat of silence before Jorja cleared her throat. I heard the nervous bob of her swallow before her votee, brittle as glass, finally broke the quiet. 

“She… uh… she stepped out briefly,” she said, her fingers wringing the hem of her blouse: ‘She’ll be back soon.” 

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