All Chapters of My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

"What the hell did you do?!" he snarled."I already told you on the phone," I said, holding my ground. "I am not the person who leaked those photos.""And you honestly expect me to believe you had nothing to do with this timing?!""I don't care what you choose to believe, Ethan."My indifferent response struck a raw nerve, driving him into an absolute frenzy. He stepped closer until there were barely two inches separating us, his towering frame attempting to intimidate me into submission."You did this to destroy me while painting yourself as a saint!" he spat, his gaze full of disgust. "You wanted the public to hate Sienna!"I looked directly into his furious gray eyes, my voice surprisingly calm and steady. "No, Ethan. You destroyed yourself.""You wanted revenge!"A dry, bitter laugh escaped my lips. "I didn't want revenge. I wanted a divorce. Isn't that what you've been planning for months?""Is this your pathetic attempt at leverage?!" he sneered, leaning down into my space. "You

Morning came agonizingly slow for Damian. By six, he had already pushed through a punishing session on the treadmill, his dark hair damp with sweat as he stepped into the glass shower stall.The moment he dried off, his hand automatically reached for his phone. He tapped the screen, searching for new notifications just as he had been doing at regular intervals since two in the morning.Nothing.‘Is she still sleeping?’ he mused, shutting down the subtle pang of disappointment tugging at his chest.Over the next hour, he threw himself into his routine with practiced precision. He dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, drank black coffee to sharpen his edge, reviewed the rising wave of online controversy surrounding Ethan's scandal, and made his way to Sterling Corporations.He had a high-stakes quarterly meeting scheduled at headquarters today. After walking away from his office early yesterday afternoon to corner Arabella at “Vanguard Atelier”, a mountain of paperwork had piled high acr

Arabella’s POV Damian looked down at me, his gaze dark and unreadable. "What is going on here?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerously calm.Before I could form a sentence, Ethan stepped forward, staring at his dad with confusion. "Dad? What are you doing here?"Damian didn't answer his question. Instead, he turned his full attention to his son, his presence overwhelming the room. "Answer me. What is happening here? You cheated on Arabella?" Ethan let out a dismissive chuckle. "What? Are you going to make a big deal out of this, too? Even if I cheated, so what? If she were “wife material,” she would have kept me from straying in the first place."A hot wave of shame flushed across my face at his vile words. Every sharp comeback I had prepared withered on my tongue, replaced by a dull, suffocating numbness."Ethan!" Caroline gasped, looking horrified."Apologize to her. Right now," Damian bit out, his voice dropping into a register so dangerously low it sent a chill straight down

25For a long moment, I stood frozen in the center of the living room, tongue-tied, my gaze fixed on the double doors Ethan had slammed shut."W–what does he mean by that?" I whispered into the lingering silence, asking no one in particular. Ethan was the one who claimed our marriage was a mistake, so where was this sudden, petulant resistance coming from?"Arabella, dear," Caroline said softly, stepping closer and taking my trembling hand in hers. "I think Ethan is having second thoughts... Perhaps deep down, he doesn't want to lose you after all."I closed my eyes, forcing myself to take a slow, agonizing breath in and out.*Second thoughts?* No. The only reason Ethan was acting out was because his bloated ego couldn't stomach the reality of me walking away first. He wanted me broken, begging, and groveling at his feet just to feel powerful.*What a heartless scumbag.*Three whole years of marriage, and he kept showing me ugly, malicious sides of himself I never knew existed. Who o

27Damian turned an icy, razor-sharp gaze onto Jake and uttered a single, low command: "Scram.""Yes, Boss!" Jake squeaked, dumping the massive paper bag onto the entryway console before practically throwing himself into the elevator.The doors slid shut with a quiet chime, leaving Damian and me standing alone in the silent, echoing hallway.I couldn't form a single sentence. I was utterly mortified, my face burning with a fiery, unbearable heat. I had completely, spectacularly misunderstood his intentions."A mistress?" Damian drawled softly, tasting the word on his tongue as if analyzing its texture. "It sounds strangely intriguing coming from your lips."There was an unreadable, dangerous glint in his gray eyes. They looked darker than usual—heavy, intense, and hooded. His gaze drifted slowly down from my eyes, lingering on my mouth before sweeping over my entire body and returning to hold my gaze hostage.The obscure, predatory light dancing in his eyes made my lungs freeze.I bi