All Chapters of Unhealthy Obsession With My Stepbrother : Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

Jessica's POV Roosevelt’s hand stayed on my arm as he yanked me to my feet and dragged me deeper into the warehouse. His grip was firm, not painful this time, but enough to remind me that he was the one in control. We stopped in front of a smaller room at the back. There was a single chair, a dim bulb overhead and a table pushed against the wall like it had been abandoned there years ago.“Sit down!" He ordered.I hesitated, and he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.“I said sit. I’m not asking you to kneel, Jessica.”My throat burned, but I lowered myself onto the chair. My palms were cold against my thighs.He stepped back, watching me for a moment before shoving his hands into his pockets. “You can relax. You’re not tied up. I’m not into that whole psycho-kidnapper thing.”I glared up at him. “Then what is this, a tea party?”He chuckled under his breath, pacing a few steps away. “Call it… a conversation between two people who happen to have the same taste in things.”“What are

Nate's POVTerrence and I crouched behind a stack of rusted barrels, with the warehouse looming just a few feet away.Terrence pressed a finger to his lips and motioned for me to stay low. We moved closer and closer until we were both standing at opposite sides of the metal door. From inside came muffled voices: two of them, arguing.I leaned my ear against the cool steel and caught a few words.“...you’re wasting time, old man. You really think they’re gonna keep their mouths shut? We need to end it!”That was Roosevelt’s annoying voice.Dad’s voice came next, and he sounded sharp and irritated. “Shooting them will not fucking solve anything! You’re out of your damn mind! I’m not killing my own son.”“So what then?” Roosevelt snapped. “You’ll let them walk out and go to the cops? Real smart move, Seth.”“Don’t tell me what’s smart!” Dad growled. “I’m not a murderer, and they won't escape. That's the whole point of kidnapping them in the first place!”There was a pause, and then Roosev

“Court is now in session! All rise for the honorable Judge Reynolds.”The room went quiet in an instant. Wooden chairs creaked as everyone stood. My hands slid out of my pockets, and I straightened, trying not to let my nerves show. The judge walked in: he was a tall man with graying hair and a serious face. His black robe swished as he took his seat behind the bench.“You may be seated,” the bailiff announced.The room filled again with the sound of chairs scraping against the marble floor. Across the courtroom, my dad and Roosevelt sat together in the defendant’s box, both in orange jumpsuits. Roosevelt looked pale, his lips twitching like he wanted to argue with someone. My dad, however, leaned back like this was just another business meeting he was tolerating out of courtesy.Jessica sat beside me, with her eyes locked on the men who had almost ruined our lives. Terrence was next to her and he was fidgeting, and Jessica’s mother Freya was just behind us, clutching a tissue and dab

Nate's POVJessica walked beside me with her arms crossed, still sniffling a little but with a smile that somehow made it all lighter. The sun was low now, throwing long shadows over the narrow path as we made our way back to the car.Visiting my mother's grave had made us both sadder than ever, but it was a necessary evil. We had to do it, especially me. I had to see the effects of what my father had done, and how it had cost me heavily. I thought that I had lost the only person who mattered to me before Jessica came into my life. I had to look at the grave and know that the revenge I enacted on my father was perfect.“You know, I think your mom would’ve liked me.” Jessica said, brushing her hair out of her face. "I think she definitely would have."I gave her a side glance. “Liked you? She would’ve spoiled you. You’d probably have a nickname by now.”Jessica laughed. “Something like what? Jessy-Boo?”“God, no,” I groaned. “More like Jess-the-boss. She loved naming people after their