All Chapters of Taming the Devil: After Divorce, Tangled Up in You: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Charles's gaze remained fixed on his little brother's broad back until Sebastian finally opened the door and left the office.A knowing smirk spread across Charles's face.It seemed controlling Sebastian wasn't as difficult as he'd feared.He settled deeper into his chair, resting one hand on the armrest as he tapped a finger against it, contemplating his next move.“Of course, I didn't do it to hurt him,” Charles muttered to himself. “I simply don't like the way he keeps growing, as though he's planning to overtake me sooner or later.”His smile faded slightly.“I need to find a way to keep him under pressure. He needs to understand who's in charge here, and I won't have him getting any funny ideas.”The truth was that Charles did love his little brother. As far as he was concerned, Sebastian was the only sibling he had, the only other member of the family who truly mattered to him. Whatever their differences, Charles treasured that connection in his own twisted way.But he couldn't

Rosie let out a quiet sigh of relief once she was certain Izzie was fast asleep.She wasn't entirely sure why she felt like a teenage girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, but there was something undeniably thrilling about the secrecy of it all. Even though she was only crossing the flat to meet Sebastian, her heart fluttered as though she were about to embark on some forbidden adventure.She almost felt ridiculous.At her age, she often chastised herself for entertaining such thoughts about a man so much younger than her. Sometimes, she even scolded herself for being an old woman who ought to know better than to indulge in such fantasies.But no matter how hard she tried to suppress them, the thoughts refused to go away.Ever since Sebastian had touched her on several occasions, Rosie had begun to understand something she had never truly believed possible: being touched by a man didn't have to make her feel ashamed or repulsed.Intimacy didn't have to be an obligation she fulfille

Sebastian crossed the living room and stopped in front of Rosie.For a moment, he simply looked down at her, seemingly gathering the courage to do what he had spent the entire evening talking himself out of.Then, without a word, he lowered himself onto his knees and rested his head in her lap.His arms slipped around her waist, holding her gently as though he had finally found somewhere he could put down the weight he had been carrying.Rosie froze.She stared at the top of his head, struggling to process what was happening. Sebastian Edward Sterling, the man who always seemed so confident and unshakeable, was kneeling in front of her, seeking comfort without offering a single explanation.“Sebastian?” she called tentatively.He lifted his head and looked up at her.His eyes held an almost comical mixture of vulnerability and expectation, rather like a puppy waiting patiently for its owner to give it a stroke.Rosie frowned in confusion.Then, as understanding dawned, her expression

Beside him, Rosie let out a quiet sigh.She could tell he was upset. His expression had become so sour that she almost felt sorry for him.Almost.But she had no intention of taking back what she'd said, because she believed honesty was precisely what he needed from her.She wanted him to know the real Rosie, not the woman who agreed with everything a man said simply to keep the peace.“Sebastian, I…” She paused, searching for the right words. “I can't pretend I don't want a strong man to lean on. I've had no one but myself to rely on for most of my life, and Charles was a tremendous disappointment to me. After everything I've been through, I suppose I can't help wanting someone who makes me feel safe.”She lowered her gaze briefly before continuing.“But that doesn't mean I think you're weak for opening up to me.”Sebastian remained silent.“It's perfectly normal to feel anxious about things, you know. Everyone has worries. Everyone has moments when they don't know what to do next.”S

Regina Sterling.Sebastian’s brows furrowed as he stared at the name on Rosie’s phone. He had no idea what his useless mother wanted with Rosie, but whatever her reasons, he doubted the call would bring anything good.He waited until the ringing stopped before picking up the phone and unlocking it.To his surprise, Rosie hadn’t set a passcode.Could Charles have forbidden her from putting a password on her phone? Just so he could check it whenever he pleased?Sebastian’s jaw tightened.Bloody control freak.He opened the call log to see who had been trying to reach Rosie and immediately noticed at least ten missed calls from Regina that evening.He stared at the screen in disbelief before shaking his head.“That old hag must be planning to insult Rosie,” he muttered. “Probably wants to intimidate her for whatever ridiculous reason she's come up with.”His expression darkened as years of resentment resurfaced.“She’s had ten bloody years to protect Rosie from Charles’s abuse, but did