Semua Bab Love me back, Ex-Wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Jessica blinked, unsure if she’d heard right. “You… need my help?” she repeated, her fingers tightening around the wine glass.Anita leaned forward, her expression cool but purposeful. “Yes. I want to make sure my brother never ends up with that woman again. And for that, I’ll be needing your cooperation.”Jessica’s lips parted slightly. She hadn’t expected that. She was still recovering from the shock of getting a private invitation from Anita Rayne, and now this?“Look,” Anita said with a knowing smile, “I’m not stupid. I know you were the one who leaked those pictures of you and Ethan to the press.”Jessica’s heart skipped. Her smile faltered. “I—what? I didn’t—”“No need to panic.” Anita waved a hand. “I’m not mad about it. If anything, it helped me see that you’re exactly the kind of woman I need in my corner.”Jessica let out a shaky breath, dropping the act. “How did you know?”Anita’s brow lifted. “My PR team traced the source. But like I said, I’m not upset.”Jessica glanced

He takes her hand, his grip firm, and pulls her to the bedroom. The room is dim, the air cool against her flushed skin. He turns to her, his eyes burning with intensity. “You can tell me to stop," he says, his voice hoarse. "You can tell me to leave. But if you don't—if you don't, I'm going to touch you. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight." Brielle's breath catches, her body already responding to his words. She steps closer, her eyes flicking down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes and she nods, giving him the access he wanted. "His eyes darken, a hunger that makes her heart pound. He reaches out, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. She can feel his hardness, the proof of his desire, and a whimper escapes her lips. He leans down, his mouth capturing hers in a brutal, demanding kiss. She kisses him back, her hands tangling in his hair, her body pressing against his. He breaks

Brielle sat worriedly in the backseat of the cab, her fingers shaking in her lap, her heart still pounding against her ribs like a war drum.The flashback wouldn’t stop replaying in her mind.Ethan’s hands. His mouth. Her surrender to his touch.She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to stop the panic attack she was having from spiraling further, but it was no use. The memory felt too real. Too raw for her to run away from.She needed someone to talk to. Someone who could help her process and make sense of this madness. Without thinking, she leaned forward and told the driver, “Take me to Glenview Avenue.”“Yes, ma’am.” The driver replied curtly and turned the car around.She was heading to the one place she could get help—Ella’s house.A few minutes later, the cab pulled into a familiar driveway. Brielle didn’t wait for him to park properly, she jumped out and paid, nearly stumbling in her heels as she rushed to the door. She rang the bell twice before knocking hard, desperation att

Ethan was visibly tensed, the muscle in his jaw ticking as Anita’s words danced in the air like smoke he couldn’t escape or avoid if he wanted to.She didn’t miss the reaction on his face. Of course she didn’t. She had always been far too observant for his liking, especially when it came to matters that concerned him. And now, with that look of smug confirmation curling on her lips, Ethan regretted not hiding it better.“Relax,” Anita said, her voice soft and scheming. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m your sister, Ethan. I know how hard it is to get over someone you once loved that much.”His stare sharpened, but he didn’t say anything to her.She sat up a little straighter on the couch and offered him a smile that was meant to be reassuring. “If keeping Jessica around helps you...then I get it. I really do.”Ethan dropped his phone onto the armrest and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Don’t make assumptions.”Anita tilted her head. “I’m not assuming anythin

“I’ve heard quite a lot about you, Professor James.”Ethan’s voice was smooth but had an edge of superiority as he stepped into the office, his custom-tailored suit, his expression unreadable.Professor James stood behind his desk, arms folded casually. His gaze flickered toward Dr. Graham, then to Brielle who didn’t say a word since they walked in. Before finally resting his eyes on Ethan.“I’m sure you have,” he replied calmly. “Mr. Rayne.”Ethan smirked and offered his hand. “Ethan, please. Mr. Rayne makes me sound old like my father.”The handshake was brief but strong. Neither man blinked.Dr. Graham, always diplomatic, laughed awkwardly. “Professor James has been one of the best around here. One of the best additions to the hospital in recent years.”“I can imagine,” Ethan replied, his gaze landing just a second too long on Brielle before turning back to the professor. “Are you married, Professor?”James raised an eyebrow. “No.”Ethan gave a small, slow nod. “Figured.”He leaned