บททั้งหมดของ Her dangerous desires: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 81: The CEOJOHN EVANSThe plan sounded simple, okay maybe not that simple. I thought as I sat in Ethan’s office, my fingers drumming against the armrest of the chair. Greg was pacing near the window, his usual arrogance replaced with something sharper—determination. Ethan, on the other hand, was unnervingly calm, his gaze fixed on the laptop screen in front of him."This has to work," Greg muttered, running a hand through his hair. "If Ryan catches on too soon…" "He won’t, he’s too busy gloating over his so-called victory. He won’t see this coming." Ethan interrupted smoothly as he leaned back, hands behind his headI exhaled slowly. "Walk me through it again. Every step." "We’re manufacturing a controlled market panic. We’ve already leaked insider reports suggesting Ryan’s reckless financial decisions. The key investors are nervous—once we push just a little more, they’ll start pulling out." Ethan said as he finally looked up, his expression unreadable."And when they d

Chapter 83: Just a minuteMIA“Everything worked out as planned.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed, dancing into my room.“Oh my God!” I jumped, rushing towards her and enveloping her in a hug.“This calls for celebration and I know just the right place.” My aunt responded, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me out of my room.As soon as we got to our favorite café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit our noses. We always came here on our girls' outings before Aunt Cecilia got married. We clinked our cups together, celebrating the good news."To Dad," I toasted, a smile spreading across my face. "Reclaiming the company is the best news we've had in ages.""It's about time things turned around for our family. Your father deserves this victory." Aunt Cecilia nodded, her eyes twinkling.After savoring our drinks and sharing a few more joyful exchanges, "I should head to the gallery and check on the reconstruction work." I said as I glanced at my watch."Of course, dear," Aunt Cecilia replied. "Ke

Chapter 85: RageMARVINI used to think uncle Greg was the best thing that ever happened to me, he was always there to support me and he pardoned my excesses, unlike dad who always scolded me for the littlest thing. But it turned out that he was just the devil in disguise.I remember the first time he handed me a little white pill, laughing like it was all a game. "Come on, kid. Loosen up. The world ain't that serious," he had said, shaking the bottle in front of me. I was barely seventeen, and I wanted to be just like him—reckless, free, untouchable. I should've known better. I popped my knuckles, staring at the restaurant in front of me. The past keeps creeping in, no matter how much I try to shove it back. I remember the look on my father’s face when he caught me high for the first time, his disgust when he realized I wasn’t just some rebellious teenager but an addict. Then came the ultimate betrayal, instead of him helping me, or trying to understand me. He threw me into a m

Chapter 87: Moving onJOHN EVANSI sat on the edge of my bed, my hands clasped together, we had left Ethan's place for our place after the whole drama with Marvin.Marvin. My only son. I failed him. I left him in that godforsaken mental institution, thinking it was for the best. That he’d get better. That someone else would do the work I wasn’t strong enough to do myself. But seeing him today broken, lost, drowning in his own mind, I knew I had made the worst mistake of my life.He needed his family, he needed help, and this time, I wasn’t going to run away. I grabbed my phone and started making calls. First, I contacted the best therapist in New York. I didn’t care how much it cost or how many clients they had lined up. “I don’t want an appointment in a month. I need one now.” I responded as they started to give me excuses about being fully booked.The woman at the other end tried to respond, “Sir…” But I cut her off, making it clear that money wasn’t an issue. My son neede

Chapter 89: Not divorcedETHANAfter everything that happened with John’s family, I needed a break. I hadn’t seen Aunt Margaret in a while, and if there was anyone who could take my mind off things, it was her. The drive to her house was peaceful. My childhood home sat on the outskirts of town, surrounded by a garden she took too much pride in. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I spotted her—kneeling beside a row of tomato plants, hands covered in dirt. She looked up and grinned. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite nephew.” “I’m your only nephew,” I reminded her, walking over. “And yet, still my favorite,” she teased, wiping her hands on her apron. “You came at the right time. These weeds aren’t going to pull themselves.” “You do know I’m wearing a suit, right?” I said, sighing dramatically.“And whose fault is that? Get down here.” She scoffed, unbothered.After an hour of getting my hands dirty, she finally let me off the hook and invited me inside. She poured us both a glas