Sinful Obsession: My Billionaire Stepbrother 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

~Isabel~Pleasure always came with consequences, and now I was dealing with the crushing weight of it.The mansion had felt suffocating after the heated outburst with the maid down in the laundry room and nerves were shredded. Chloe had later dragged me back up to my bedroom, but the damage was done. Later that night, no matter how much Chloe tried to force me to eat, I couldn't manage more than a few bites of dinner. Every smell made my stomach turn.I spent the rest of the night curled up, snuggling tightly into her body, In the dark, my mind kept playing tricks on me. One moment I was dreaming, and the next I woke up convinced someone was watching me…and that it was William. Then I would blink, the vision would fade, and it was just Chloe. She held me so tightly throughout the entire night, wrapping her arms around me as if I were her own baby.By morning, however, comfort was a distant memory. It was as if my body knew the truth. It was as if I had personally gone looking for t

~Isabel~"Are you going to open the file, Isabel, or are we going to sit here staring at a closed folder for the entire flight to New York?" William asked. His deep voice carried over the sound of the jet engines as I kept staring at the folder.I was delaying. I knew that. But the truth was I was trying to find the courage to read it.I kept my eyes locked on the folder, feeling my hands shake so badly the tremors traveled up my arms and settled deep in my chest. This was the exact nightmare I’d been avoiding ever since my mother started acting like a cornered animal every time Eleanor’s name came up in our conversations.I forced myself to take a long breath, dragging the cool, conditioned air of the cabin into my lungs while I silently told myself I could handle whatever secrets were buried inside these pages.I peeled the cover back. The cabin lights hit a glossy photograph paper-clipped to the very first page, showing a girl with familiar eyes and a wide, unburdened smile that I

~Isabel~William folded his hands, I watched as his broad chest rose and fell when he took in breaths, as if it was hard, before he unclasped his fingers and let them drop to the table. He looked like a man drowning in a sea of repressed grief, it appeared that this investigation was ripping the bandages off wounds he had spent twelve months trying to bury. I could see it and feel it, the level of raw pain he never wanted to confront again, the exhaustion carved into his features and into his eyes, and the tight way he held his shoulders, like if he let go he would collapse. It was hard on him learning these things, especially about his mother, and especially as it involved mine too.My mind raced back to the night Chloe and I snuck into his private study, back to the old accident report Chloe had browsed with her phone about a second car spotted trailing Eleanor's vehicle through the storm. So it was true, that second car was my own mother’s, meaning she had been stalking her frie

~Isabel~ He led us toward a black limousine waiting on the tarmac. William and I stepped into the back seat. "Did you check the hotel site, Collins?" William asked, staring at Collins through the rearview mirror as he brought out his phone and tablet. His entire mood switched back to business mode. "Yes, Mr. Sterling, and I set the meeting to 3:00 PM in the afternoon with Mr. Willebrone, some hours just before the business conference," Collins replied, steering the car into the bustling New York streets. "That's good. You have more time to nap, draft the contract, then go visit Josephine. Collins will drive you there," William said, turning his attention toward me. His eyes softened just before looking back at his screen. I nodded, taking the folder out of my bag to study it because I didn't think I'd actually have much time to rest anyway, so I figured I better get a head start on the work. I flipped it open, scanning the text. It was about a hotel chain business...Sterlin

~Isabel~ Aunty Joey and I lingered in the doorway of the salon. We spoke for a bit more, but the air now felt strained… leaving was hard. I didn’t know when we would see each other next, or how soon life would let us breathe the same air again. But the moment I stepped out of the salon and the clear afternoon wind hit my face, my chest let go of the breath I’d been holding. Mr. Collins stood like a statue next to the black limo, the picture of absolute patience… i felt guilty then for keeping the man waiting for hours, as I jogged closer, he just reached out, opened the door with a professional nod and gentle smile. "Thank you," I said softly, sliding into the cool limo. "My pleasure, Miss," he replied, shutting the door. The silence in the car was too much, my brain was already running around stressing over the half-billion-dollar meeting looming over us. I needed a distraction, so i leaned forward, forcing some small talk and asking Collins to take a quick turn to