Billionaire's Darkest Desire: Marrying My Brother-in-law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Could this day get any more frustrating? First, there was last night's disaster—my conversation with Eloise. Then, this morning, my mom started bugging me about marrying the daughter of one of her friends, throwing in her usual guilt trip about how she's getting older. As if that wasn’t enough, seeing Noel again after all these years stirred up things I wasn’t ready to deal with. And now, Eloise’s eyes are boring into me, full of accusation, as if I had betrayed her by not telling her Noel was back. It felt like the universe was testing my patience! “Don’t tell me we’ve been waiting here for half an hour already because Eloise ruined the meeting?” Veronica scoffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “She didn’t ruin the meeting. She just… made an entrance, that’s all.” "An entrance?" Veronica raised an eyebrow, disbelief etched on her face. "She barged in, glared at everyone like she owned the place, and completely derai

"Elijah, I need your sperm.” She just needs your sperm, Elijah! Your sperm! It doesn’t mean you two will have sex! You’ll just be her sperm donor!“Fuck… Oh… Goddamnit, Eloise!”I tightly shut my eyes, the image of her serious face as she said those words replaying in my mind.“Elijah, I need your sperm.”I was utterly exhausted, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. I can't fucking sleep! No matter what I do, I can't erase the way she said those words from my mind! Her alluring face is just too much to handle! My strength is draining, and even my hands feel tired. It’s like I’m burning up with fever from this unbearable heat! This isn’t the first time I’ve fantasized about my sister-in-law, but it’s definitely the first time I’ve touched myself nonstop from midnight till dawn!“Ahhh…. Fuck, Eloise! Fuck! Fuck! Damn it!” I'm not even sure if she's serious about what she's asking for! But the thought that I’m the first person she thought of... that’s what’s making me so damn hard!

I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, replaying the words I had thrown at Eloise earlier. Rafael has an STD? Damn, I really said that, didn’t I? The lie had just slipped out so effortlessly, and I couldn’t even blame the heat of the moment. It was pure, unfiltered panic. I groaned, running a hand over my face. Rafael was going to kill me if this ever got back to him. Not that I cared much—I’d do it again if it meant keeping Eloise away from him. Before I could spiral any further into my thoughts, the door to my office burst open with a loud bang, nearly making me fall out of my chair. "Elijah, my man!" Rafael’s voice boomed as he strode into the room, grinning like he had just won the lottery. Oh, great. Speak of the devil. "Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, sitting up straight and trying to mask my unease. He plopped down on the chair across from me, completely at ease, like he owned the place. "Why wouldn’t I be? Life’s good, brother. Life’s r

I could feel my throat burn as I downed the entire glass of vodka, the sting doing little to ease the frustration simmering inside me. The bass-heavy music pounded through the club, matching the erratic rhythm of my thoughts. Across the table, Rafael lounged comfortably, a smug grin on his face as two women clung to his arms, giggling at whatever nonsense he was whispering in their ears. “Rough night, Eli?” Rafael called out over the music, smirking like the asshole he was. “You’re drinking like you just lost the lottery.” I ignored him, signaling the bartender for another drink. My mind was elsewhere—on a certain stubborn woman who always managed to push me to the edge and leave me hanging there. Eloise. My grip on the glass tightened as I remembered my conversation with Edmund earlier. I stared at Eloise's face. She might have an angelic face, but when she wakes up, she’s colder than Elsa from Frozen (thanks to Venice’s little sister for introducing me to that movie). Her

I leaned back in my chair, the papers trembling slightly in my hand as I read the report. A raid on an illegal gambling operation—and my mother’s name tangled in it. Of course. Another day, another scandal tied to the Dawson name. I tossed the folder onto my desk, rubbing my temples. She never learns. Her business might be legitimate on the surface, but it’s always what lurks beneath that drags everything into chaos. And now, it’s my problem to clean up. Again. My jaw clenched as I flipped through the detailed accounts from the private investigator. Names, locations, bribes—it was all there. Everything the authorities would need to bury her, if they weren’t already in her pocket. "How does she always manage to pull me into her mess?" I muttered under my breath. I leaned forward, running a hand down my face. This wasn’t just about her reputation; it was about mine. If this blows up, the fallout won’t just hit her—it’ll hit me, my business, and everyone under the Dawson umbrella