All Chapters of My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Chapter 301 - Chapter 308

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice dropping into a cold register."Arabella, you're my wife," Ethan barked. "Can't I call you unless I have a specific reason?"The spacious living room was deathly quiet, and Ethan's voice was loud and clear enough to bleed through the receiver. Instinctively, I pulled the phone from my ear and cast an uneasy glance at Damian, who was already standing close by, his dark brows pulled tight in a frown."If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up," I said, my thumb hovering over the red disconnect button."Arabella, you've got a lot of nerve lately. You'd better get your ass back home right now while I'm still asking nicely.""Why should I come back?" I let out a dry, humorless laugh, cutting straight to the chase.After those carefully planted photos of us kissing in the hospital parking lot had hit the media, Ethan must've expected me to seek a confrontation with him. Since days had passed with absolute silence from my end, he must have reached the en

“Are you done?” she said flatly, her voice entirely devoid of the warmth or the fight he expected. “I didn't come here to listen to your drama. Where's Caroline?” Ethan blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her nonchalance. *She didn't come here to listen to his drama?*That was when the details registered. Today, Arabella was dressed in a way he had never seen before: a structured cream tuxedo dress that clung to her tall, slender frame, exposing her slim, straight calves. Draped casually across her shoulders was an oversized, undeniably masculine cashmere coat.A man’s coat.Ethan’s breath hitched. A heavy, suffocating weight settled in his chest, instantly morphing into blind fury.“You,” he choked out, his finger jabbing violently in her direction. “You cheated on me? You were with another man?”Arabella didn’t flinch, offering neither denial nor confirmation. “Where is Caroline?” she repeated, her tone chillingly level.To Ethan, her silence was a confession. The pieces snapp

Arabella stepped out of Ethan’s gates with her mind fracturing under the weight of her own history. The raw confusion of Ethan’s denial echoed in her skull like a shattered record, drowning out everything else.Jake saw her approaching and immediately stepped out, opening the rear door before quietly sliding back behind the wheel. Through the rearview mirror, he watched her staring out the window, her eyes completely vacant. There was a heavy stillness to her—a silent devastation that felt suffocating even from the front seat.After a long, tense hesitation, Jake cleared his throat gently. “Miss Morgan, where to? Shall I take you back to Sterling Estates, or to the penthouse to rest?”*Rest.*Arabella blinked, a hollow, bitter irony tightening her chest. Would the universe ever grant her that peace?After a long minute, her voice came out flat and fragile. “Take me to First Class Hospital. I want to see my mom.”“Yes, ma'am,” Jake murmured, pulling smoothly into the flow of traffic

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice softening into a low, protective purr. “I'm right here.”Damian’s eyes moved to the half-full bottle of wine, and a hint of amusement filled his eyes…and that hint of a smile seemed a bit cold. “You're quite alert for someone who finished half a bottle of wine.” Arabella tugged at her lips; the wine and her illness made her vision a bit blurry. She blinked, and her hazy vision gradually cleared. She gradually made out the man's soaring eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips. It was a face that could stop a room. Arabella couldn't help but wonder how he looked in his youth. Even Ethan seemed mediocre. “I'm very alert,” she murmured. “Do you want some hangover soup?” Damian stared at her lips and asked in a low voice, but he had already reached out to take the soup off the side table. “No, I'm fine,” she refused. “You need something to make you sober,” Damian reasoned. “I'm very sober,” Arabella said, struggling to si