บททั้งหมดของ My Husband's Father Wants Me: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Arabella's POV "He is swamped with urgent files back at headquarters. He already left," Damian replied."Oh—kay," I drawled, my heart skipping a beat at the realization that it would be just Damian and me alone in this massive penthouse.As if on cue, Damian took off his overcoat and hung it neatly on the rack in the hallway. He then slowly removed the exquisite obsidian cufflinks from his wrists with effortless grace; watching him was an absolute feast for the eyes.Tessa’s words from the past suddenly replayed in my mind: *“A man is at his sexiest when he's taking off or putting on his clothes.”*Back then, I had just laughed it off. But right now, watching him slip his cufflinks into his coat pocket and tug at his tie, I felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks.Before I even realized what I was doing, I stepped closer to him. Pointing at his hand gripping the tie, I said softly, "Let me do it."Damian's lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't say a word, but the crease between his

I held onto Damian, even though for a fleeting second, I didn't even know what to say. My only concern was that I couldn't bear the thought of him misunderstanding me. “Arabella?” His deep voice gently pulled me out of my thoughts. “Do you... are you having second thoughts?” I blurted out, unable to hold it back. “I mean, are you seeing me differently now because of those pictures?” Damian studied me closely, his expression shifting into one of mild disbelief, as if my question were entirely absurd. “No,” he answered instantly, his gaze unyielding. “I will never see you differently, Arabella.” “Then why were you leaving? You said you believed me. I only rushed out to meet him because he claimed he was in my mom's ward. She just suffered a relapse, and I couldn't risk him saying anything to trigger her.” “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry,” he quickly explained, his demeanor shifting. “I just didn't want to do something reckless—something I’d ultimately regret. I was sca

The door swung open before Ethan could even finish his second knock. It was as if Sienna had been standing right behind it, anxiously listening for the crunch of tires in the drive.She wore a thin silk robe the color of champagne, tied loose at her waist, and her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, mascara smudged into faint shadows beneath them.She had been crying. Of course she had been crying. "Ethan—" she breathed, reaching for him. He caught her wrists mid-air before her fingers could touch his chest. “The news director named you. He says you were the one who told him those photos of Arabella and me would make me happy.”Sienna’s long lashes trembled. She yanked her hands free and turned her back to him, retreating into the living room. A half-empty glass of wine sat on the marble coffee table beside a crumpled tissue. “So you came all the way across the city just to interrogate me?”“I came here to find out if the woman who claims to love me is actively sabotaging my company be

Arabella's POVI stirred awake, my mind swimming in a groggy fog. Squinting against the ambient light, I tried to piece together where I was.My body felt weak and heavy, a dull throb pulsing behind my eyes. A fever was setting in.With everything that had happened over the past few days, it was a miracle I hadn't completely lost my mind.Between getting soaked in yesterday's rain, rushing to dry my hair after Damian's unexpected visit, and spending hours shivering on the balcony, it wasn't surprising that my body had finally given in.My gaze drifted toward the open doors, and the pieces instantly clicked into place. I had forgotten to close the balcony doors after standing out in the cold air last night. Last night, after Damian left, the brief peace of his company had only lasted a few minutes before reality rushed back to crush me with full force.My mother's mounting hospital bills, Ethan's relentless media manipulation, my father's demands, and my increasingly dangerous entangl

Author's POV Sterling Corporation, headquarters… 2 hours earlier…Damian sat behind his expansive desk, while Andrew stood before him holding an iPad, reading through the morning's schedule."These are the files on the Tokyo expansion project," Andrew said, sliding a folder across the desk. "The video conference with the Tokyo Board of Directors starts in twenty minutes."Andrew continued reading even though his boss remained silent. "You have a meeting with the vice chairman of..." He finished running through the daily itinerary and paused, waiting for a response, but received none. That was when Andrew realized his boss was distracted—again. "Boss? Boss?" Andrew called out to regain his attention.Damian, lost deep in thought, snapped his gaze up and fixed Andrew with a sharp glare. "What?""Do you have any instructions?""What instructions?""Regarding today's schedule, Boss. I... I just finished reading your itinerary for the day.""Read it again," Damian said."But you've mad