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All Chapters of My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

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"A kiss from you?" I scoffed, forcing a cold, mocking laugh to coat the sickening dread in my throat. "The only thing I felt when your lips touched mine was disgust. Don't touch me with the same mouth you use on your mistress. It’s filthy."Ethan’s eyes flared, his pupils dilating with pure rage."Filthy?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a lethal hiss. "Are you honestly telling me you never want me to touch you again?"I stared at him as if he had completely lost his mind. "Why on earth would I want you anywhere near me?! Our marriage is dead, Ethan! I want a divorce," I hissed, leaning closer, every word laced with poison. "When are you going to get that through your thick, narcissistic skull?"Ethan stared at me for a beat before throwing his head back in a harsh, cruel bark of laughter."Do you seriously think I wanted to kiss you? Do you think I have ever genuinely wanted to sleep with you?" he sneered, leaning in until his dark eyes pinned me to the spot. "In our three yea

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Damian didn't answer.If anything, his dark eyes darkened further, firmly locked onto mine like a predator pinning its prey.Startled by the sheer intensity in his gaze, I instinctively tried to step backward, only to realize my spine was already pressed flush against the entryway wall. There was nowhere left to run.Damian closed the remaining inch between us. His large, warm hand clamped tightly around my waist, pulling me securely against his chest until every angle of my body was molded against his.For a fleeting, terrifying moment, his chest felt so impossibly warm that a dangerous part of me wanted to give up—to bury my face in the lapel of his suit and simply remain cradled in his arms forever."Boss?" Jake's hesitant, muffled voice suddenly filtered in from behind the door, snapping me out of trance.I stiffened in his grip, my hands coming up to push against his chest as I tried to wriggle free, but Damian didn't budge a single millimeter."Jake is standing outside," I whisp

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Arabella's POV "He is swamped with urgent files back at headquarters. He already left," Damian replied."Oh—kay," I drawled, my heart skipping a beat at the realization that it would be just Damian and me alone in this massive penthouse.As if on cue, Damian took off his overcoat and hung it neatly on the rack in the hallway. He then slowly removed the exquisite obsidian cufflinks from his wrists with effortless grace; watching him was an absolute feast for the eyes.Tessa’s words from the past suddenly replayed in my mind: *“A man is at his sexiest when he's taking off or putting on his clothes.”*Back then, I had just laughed it off. But right now, watching him slip his cufflinks into his coat pocket and tug at his tie, I felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks.Before I even realized what I was doing, I stepped closer to him. Pointing at his hand gripping the tie, I said softly, "Let me do it."Damian's lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't say a word, but the crease between his

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Damian saw my widened eyes and raised his brows. "Is something wrong?""No," I hurriedly shook my head, dropping my gaze.*Did he usually do things like this with other women?*The thought left a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. But for some reason, I quickly shook it off—I refused to let unnecessary, petty jealousy spoil the rare peace of this evening.For the next few minutes, I focused on tasting the dishes. Whenever a flavor surpassed my expectations, a genuine spark of delight lit up my eyes.Damian noticed, his voice softening. "Are the meals really that good?"My movements paused, and the brightness in my eyes dimmed just a fraction.It hit me then—every single dish on this table happened to be my absolute favorite. With Ethan, I had always spent my time cooking what *he* liked, completely losing sight of my own preferences over the years. I had forgotten what it felt like to have someone care about what I enjoyed."Ever since my mom got sick, no one has ever sat down and share

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I held onto Damian, even though for a fleeting second, I didn't even know what to say.My only concern was that I couldn't bear the thought of him misunderstanding me.“Arabella?” His deep voice gently pulled me out of my thoughts.“Do you... are you having second thoughts?” I blurted out, unable to hold it back. “I mean, are you seeing me differently now because of those pictures?”Damian studied me closely, his expression shifting into one of mild disbelief, as if my question were entirely absurd.“No,” he answered instantly, his gaze unyielding. “I will never see you differently, Arabella.”“Then why were you leaving? You said you believed me. I only rushed out to meet him because he claimed he was in my mom's ward. She just suffered a relapse, and I couldn't risk him saying anything to trigger her.”“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry,” he quickly explained, his demeanor shifting. “I just didn't want to do something reckless—something I’d ultimately regret. I was scared I’

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Author’s POV2 hours agoEthan left the hospital parking lot in a foul mood.Anytime he replayed Arabella’s cold, defiant words in his head, a violent rage surged through him, making him want to shatter something against the wall.When they returned to SCC, even Robert kept a safe five-meter distance from him, terrified of incurring his boss's wrath.Ethan sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, attempting to sift through the quarterly financial reports, but he couldn't concentrate.Instead of spreadsheets, his mind was flooded with unwanted flashes of Arabella.Her soft lips… that raw, clumsy inexperience that somehow pulled him in anyway… and her scent—natural, subtle, and completely devoid of the heavy perfumes Sienna always wore.That “cursed scent” was the reason he had given in to that sudden, reckless impulse in the car.“Don't touch me with the same mouth you use on your mistress. It’s filthy.”Arabella’s words echoed mockingly in his skull once more, causing him to curse out l

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Sienna's ApartmentThe door swung open before Ethan's knuckles finished their second knock. It was as if Sienna had been standing behind it, listening for the sound of his car in the drive.She wore a thin silk robe the color of champagne, tied loose at her waist, and her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, mascara smudged into faint shadows beneath them.She had been crying. Of course she had been crying. "Ethan—" she breathed, reaching for him.He caught her wrists before her hands could find his chest. "The news director named you. He says you told him those photos of Arabella and me would make me happy."Sienna's lashes trembled. She pulled her hands free and turned her back to him, walking into the living room, where a half-empty glass of wine sat on the marble coffee table beside a crumpled tissue. "So you came all the way here to interrogate me?""I came here to find out if the woman who claims to love me is sabotaging my company."That stopped her. She turned, and the tears were

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Sienna cried out, her nails raking down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist."Fuck, Sienna," he gritted, his hips finding a rhythm, deep and unhurried, her pussy gripping him like a fist. "You feel—" he thrust again, harder, "—like home.""Yes," she moaned, meeting each thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper. "Yes, Ethan, right there—"His thumb found her clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and Sienna's head fell back, her mouth open on a long, broken moan.He fucked her slow and deep, the way guilt always made him fuck her—as if he could fuck the promises into her body, as if he could make up for every canceled dinner, every Christmas morning, every time he had to return to Arabella instead of her.And then without warning, the kiss he shared with Arabella replayed in his mind. Those soft lips…her scent… Just as the memories replayed in his mind, her voice echoed in his head.“The only thing I felt when your lips touched mine was disgust.”Those words struck him lik

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Arabella's POVI stirred awake, my mind swimming in a groggy fog. Squinting against the ambient light, I tried to piece together where I was.My body felt weak and heavy, a dull throb pulsing behind my eyes. A fever was setting in.With everything that had happened over the past few days, it was a miracle I hadn't completely lost my mind.Between getting soaked in yesterday's rain, rushing to dry my hair after Damian's unexpected visit, and spending hours shivering on the balcony, it wasn't surprising that my body had finally given in.My gaze drifted toward the open doors, and the pieces instantly clicked into place. I had forgotten to close the balcony doors after standing out in the cold air last night. Last night, after Damian left, the brief peace of his company had only lasted a few minutes before reality rushed back to crush me with full force.My mother's mounting hospital bills, Ethan's relentless media manipulation, my father's demands, and my increasingly dangerous entangl

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I rolled my eyes at her, pulling out a chair and sitting down directly across from Sophia."Oh, stepmother, the world doesn't revolve around you," I said with a mocking smile. "You should just stick to your little act of playing dress-up as the lady of this house. I didn't come here to talk to you; I came to see my father."Sophia immediately turned to my dad, her voice dripping with grievance. "Dear, are you just going to sit there and let her speak to me like this? She's openly disrespecting me in my own home."A harsh laugh slipped past my lips. Her own home?My father stared at me across the table, his gaze frigid. "What's so funny? Apologize to your mother right now!" he demanded."Why should I?" I retorted, my tone sharp. "I only spoke the truth. This house rightfully belonged to my mom. If she hadn't been so trusting—if she hadn't welcomed a poisonous snake into her own home, only for her husband to prove he preferred snakes all along—would she be lying in a hospital bed right

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