Sinful Obsession: My Billionaire Stepbrother 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

~Isabel~ Aunt Joey walked into the room, wearing her stained work smock from the salon downstairs. She looked wiped out after a long day. Her shoulders slumped with weariness that matched mine, and she leaned against the painted doorframe with a sigh that told me she suspected what my mother had done. "She called you, didn't she?" Joey asked. "She got married, Joey," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "To Arthur Sterling. The billionaire." Joey whistled, the sound echoed in the quiet bedroom. "Well. Sarah always had a thing for the fancy life. What does she want this time?" "She wants me to move to London," I said, gesturing toward my phone on the nightstand. "There is an internship waiting for me at his firm. She claims it will pay for my university tuition and cover my living expenses. She told me Arthur plans to invest in your salon if I agree to go." I looked up at her, my eyes stinging with tears. "She is using you and my remaining tuition balance t

~Isabel~ "Mr. Sterling is my father," William replied, leaning forward. Then, whispered so the whole room could hear, "You can call me William. After all... we are family now… right?" He let the threat hang there for a second. Then his eyes flicked down to my dress one last time, and his lip curled in disgust. "And Isabel? Do me a favor. Don’t wear floral clothes in my office, or in this house. It looks cheap, and I won't tolerate it." Heat crawled up my neck. I shoved my chair back, the wood screeching loud against the floor. "I don’t wear cheap, William," I retorted, my voice shaking but loud. "I wear what I earned." I didn’t wait for them to say anything. I turned and walked out, feeling his eyes burn into my back the entire way. I didn't stop walking fast until I reached my room and the door clicked shut. Leaning my back against the cool wood, I finally let go of the breath that had been stuck in my lungs forever. My hands were trembling. Minutes later I started

~Isabel~ Fifty-nine minutes. That was all the time I had before my life either became a success or crashed and burned in front of a dozen live television cameras. I hurried away from William’s office, my mind spinning. He hadn't even given me the details of the crisis. Was the company in trouble? Was William? It felt like walking directly into a trap with a blindfold on. Needing a moment to breathe, I ducked into a breakroom to grab a glass of water. "You look like you're about to faint," a voice said from the corner. "Or maybe you just saw something you shouldn't have. Either way, you should probably sit down." I jumped, nearly spilling the water down my blazer. Sitting at the corner table was a guy leaning over a tablet. He had a mass of dark curls that fell perfectly over his forehead, sharp jawline that contrasted with his relaxed posture, he was wearing a vest cardigan over his tailored white shirt, his glasses gave him a look that was effortlessly cool…like a bri

The ride back to the Sterling mansion was meant to feel calm. I had survived the cameras, handled the reporters, and saved the project. But inside the Bentley, the tension was unbearable, neither of us spoke for moment. William sat in the driver’s seat, his face looking like it had been carved out of rock, He hadn't looked at me once, just stared at the road, with knuckles clenched tight as he held the steering wheel. "You realise," he finally said, his voice low, "that what you did today wasn't saving anything. It was a disaster." "The stock price went up, William!" I snapped back though my heart still racing from the adrenaline. "The reporters were actually smiling. People like the project now! How is that a disaster?" "Because you promised them the impossible, Isabel!" He finally looked at me, his eyes flashed like fire. "A three-month deadline to start construction? We don't have the permits. We don't have the builders. We don't even have the final safety checks done. You

Sunlight poked through the curtains the next morning, but it felt like needles pressing into my eyes. My head was thumping too fast and every time I tried to swallow, it felt like I was gulping down broken glass. I tried to sit up, but my world spurned. I was shivering, even though my skin felt like it was on fire. The clock on the bedside table read 9:00 AM. "Oh no," I croaked, my voice sounded rusty in my ears. " The University..." Today was my first day of classes. My dream of starting fresh at a top-tier London school was supposed to begin today, but my body had other plans. The cold rain and the long walk in the dark had finally caught up with me. A soft knock at the door made me jump, and then it swung open. My mom and Arthur walked in, still dressed in their elegant clothes from the night before, looking like they had just stepped off a private jet. "Isabel? Honey, you aren't even dressed yet," Mom said, her brow furrowing with worry as she walked toward the