Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
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Chapter 5
"What do you think you're doing, Shawn?" Eleanor asked.
The heat spread across her arm at once, turning it red. Pain slipped out in a soft cry as she looked at Shawn, her voice filled with confusion.
Even after hearing her gasp in pain, he showed no reaction. He followed the sound of her voice, lifted his hand, and struck out again.
"Eleanor, have you forgotten your place?" he said, his voice turning sharp and cold. "Since when do you speak to me like that?"
The hand came toward her, but she didn't react right away. A faint, cold laugh left her before she stepped back without saying a word.
His strike didn't land. Instead, he lost his balance and tipped forward, falling out of the wheelchair.
His body hit the floor with force.
He tried to push himself up, but his legs didn't respond.
Left on the floor, he could only lie there, unable to move.
Humiliation rose in him all at once.
His chest heaved as he lifted his head, about to speak, but his body suddenly jerked.
The shift caught Eleanor off guard.
She snapped back to focus and crouched beside him, laying him flat before starting first aid.
The noise brought a servant running in from outside. The moment he saw them, his expression changed.
"Something's wrong! Mr. Fletcher's having an episode!"
The news spread quickly and reached Lynne. The calm she usually carried disappeared. She rushed toward Shawn's house.
Right behind her, Robert followed without delay.
As they crossed the garden, Jenna caught wind of it and hurried after them.
All three arrived in a rush. Lynne took in the scene, the mess on the floor and Shawn convulsing, and panic took over. "What happened to Shawn? Eleanor, what were you doing? How did this happen?"
With everything happening at once, Eleanor stayed focused on helping Shawn and didn't respond.
Even so, Lynne didn't stop. Her voice kept cutting through the room, sharp and accusing.
For a brief moment, Eleanor's hands slowed, but she didn't stop what she was doing.
From the side, Jenna let out a cold laugh. "Mom, look at the food all over the floor. They must've gotten into a fight. That's why this happened."
After a short pause, something seemed to click in her mind. A dark look passed through her eyes as she went on.
"I saw her outside earlier," she added. "Who knows where she went this early. Maybe Shawn found out something, and that's why they argued."
"What?" Lynne snapped. "Eleanor, what did you do?"
She was already upset because of Shawn's condition, and Jenna's words only pushed her further.
Robert's face darkened as he listened.
Eleanor said nothing, and to him, that silence felt like an admission.
"Eleanor!" he said. "We didn't bring you into this family so you could live comfortably! You need to explain right now what happened to Shawn!"
The way they spoke made it sound like she had done something unforgivable.
By then, Shawn had stopped convulsing and slowly settled.
Only after that did Eleanor rise to her feet. "He fell out of the wheelchair. It was an accident. He's fine now."
The moment she finished, Lynne pushed her aside and hurried to direct the servants to move Shawn onto the sofa.
"An accident? Eleanor, do you think I'm blind? How does someone just fall like that? You must've done something," Lynne said.
Jenna followed right after.
Robert's gaze stayed fixed on Eleanor, cold and searching.
Shawn mattered too much to him. That was the only reason he had gone through the trouble of bringing her into the family.
Not one of them noticed the burn on her arm.
A faint smile touched her lips, though from behind, her frame looked unsteady.
Outside the house, Jonathan stood at a distance, watching everything.
Something dark lingered in his eyes.
After a moment, he stepped inside at an unhurried pace.
"Jonathan? Why are you here?" Lynne's tone shifted at once, and surprise flickered across her face.
She knew how to change her attitude.
A quiet laugh left Jonathan as his gaze moved toward the sofa. Seeing Shawn still breathing, he let his lips curve slightly. "I came to check why he's still alive."
The instant those words left Jonathan's mouth, the restraint Robert had been holding onto broke. He turned toward him, his expression turning dark.
"Jonathan! How can you say something like that? Shawn is your brother!"
His words cut off as a thought struck him. The look on his face shifted at once. He added, "Jonathan... did you do this?"
A low laugh slipped from Jonathan, though his eyes showed nothing. The mockery in his voice was unmistakable.
"If I had done it, he wouldn't have lived this long." There was no attempt to soften it. The words came out with clear malice.
Robert's eyes flickered with disbelief. He hadn't expected that kind of answer.
"Jonathan! You—"
The rest never came out. A harsh coughing fit overtook him as his anger surged.
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9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me.
His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
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I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
9.5
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Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
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She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
9.4
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Worse, I wasn't human. I was trapped in the body of a male cheetah, with two starving cubs clinging to my fur, telepathically calling me "Mom."
But I am a real man!
To keep my adopted sons alive, I had to fight hyenas and dodge rogue lions. But the real nightmare was my bizarre survival mechanism. Under extreme threat, I would uncontrollably shift back into my human form—stark, undeniably naked. I was forced to sprint across the plains with my bare skin exposed, carrying two cubs while escaping furious lionesses. I became a freak, the most confusing and humiliating legend of the animal kingdom.
Covered in bloody scratches and mud, I was pushed to the brink of despair. Why was I thrown into this beast's body? Why did my only defense mechanism involve profound social death?
Just when I barely survived a cliff dive to escape the lions, my path was blocked by two massive, highly intelligent prime male cheetahs.
But the alpha, Bradley, didn't want to kill me for my territory.
His intense gaze raked over my naked, bleeding human body with a dark, possessive hunger.
"You are full of surprises."
He purred smoothly, teaching me to magically summon a fur skirt before demanding I join his coalition.
"Oh, you'll come to me. I guarantee it."
Looking into his predatory eyes, I realized I was no longer just surviving the wild; I was the prey of a completely different kind of beast.
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