All Chapters of My Step-Brother’s Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"I think love is all bullshit. Hahaha. And maybe it is not meant for me. I'm back again, mystery man. One minute I thought I was in love with that one person that made me feel like a man, the next minute, I caught that one person with someone else, making out." Damien laughed, but there was nothing funny in the sound of it. It scraped out of him low and bitter, the kind of laugh that came from a chest that had been cracked open too many times. "Mystery man, isn't that laughable?"Kai stood very still behind the mask, his gloved fingers curling into his palms. Every part of him wanted to rip the silk away and scream the truth into Damien's face — that he hadn't kissed anyone, that Victor had grabbed him, that it was all one horrible, twisted misunderstanding, and that the man standing in front of him in agony was breaking his heart for absolutely no reason. But he knew what that confession would cost. So he swallowed it whole, the way he'd swallowed everything else these last few mont

"Now, go inside and see what he is up to. You must get very solid information. Do not come out of there until you get everything you need," the voice over the line hissed, dripping with a disgusting authority.The man sitting in the idling car swallowed hard against the sudden dryness in his throat. He lacked the courage to refuse orders from his superior.He had no choice. Trembling, he dragged himself out of the vehicle, pulled his coat tightly around his shoulders, and stepped into the bustling lobby of the private hospital.Upstairs, the heavy oak door of the consultation room clicked shut, sealing out the hum of the hallway."Damien, have your seat. I’m glad you came," Dr. Mark said, offering a warm, reassuring smile from behind his wide mahogany desk."How has the business been?" Damien asked, lowering himself into the leather chair and readjusting his posture, pulling his cuffs down to cover his tense wrists."It’s going on fine, thank you," Dr. Mark replied. He leaned forward,

"Please leave me! Leave Damien alone! This is all Victor’s work…"Kai’s voice spiraled into a string of frantic, inaudible mutters, his head thrashing violently against the stiff hospital pillow. His hands clawed blindly at the thin bedsheet, his knuckles pale, skin flushed with a sudden spike of fever."Kai! Kai, stop, wake up!" Elena took him firmly by the shoulders, pinning him down against the mattress with all the strength her trembling arms could muster. She turned toward the doorway and shouted into the corridor, her voice mixed with panic. "Nurse! Help, please!"Kai’s eyes snapped open. He drew a sharp, ragged breath, his chest heaving as the sterile white ceiling of the private hospital room settled into focus. Sweat beaded along his hairline, dripping down his temple.Elena dropped to her knees beside the bed, holding his hand tightly in hers. "What is the matter, son? Please talk to me," she pleaded, her tone thick with motherly devotion and raw fear. "When did we start hid

The heavy oak door swung open, and before Kai could even lift his head or form a single word, a hard fist crashed directly into his jaw.The force sent Kai reeling backward, his knees giving out as he slammed onto the hard floor. The pain exploded across his face, metallic and sharp, as the taste of blood pooling in his mouth.Damien stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a heavy thump. He reached down, grabbing Kai by the collar of his shirt and yanking his upper body upward."What does he mean when he says I should ask you?" Damien demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark growl as he forced Kai to look at him. "You are going to answer me right now!"Kai couldn't move. He lay there, trembling, his body too weak to fight back, looking up with wide, hollow eyes."Are you deaf?!" Damien roared, throwing Kai back down onto the floor.Damien turned away, pacing the length of the room as he cursed under his breath. His breathing was heavy, his face twisted in disgust.

"Please! Please don't kill me!" the spy gasped, dropping straight to his knees on the cold floorboards. Tears welled in his eyes as he held his trembling hands up in defense. "I have a daughter! She's upstairs... please! I'll do whatever you want. I swear I'll do everything you ask!"Victor didn't lower the gun. He stepped further into the living room, his polished leather shoes crunching over the splintered wood of the broken doorframe. His expression was dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the heavy firearm in his grip."Is that so?" Victor asked, his voice dripping with smooth disdain. "Because you haven't been picking up my calls. Care to explain that?""Um... my... my phone!" the man stammered, his chin shaking violently as sweat poured down his forehead. "Yes, my phone! It... it broke. It spoiled completely. I couldn't receive any calls!"Victor's eyes narrowed into slits. He took a single step forward and slammed the heavy barrel of the gun directly against the man's temple,