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 6
Lynne wasn't any better at holding herself together.
For a split second, her composure nearly slipped, and bitterness flashed across her clenched teeth. Then she noticed Robert's darkened expression from the corner of her eye, and her attitude changed immediately. The anger faded, replaced with a soft look of concern.
"Robert, please don't get upset. Jonathan just came back, so it's understandable if he feels resentment toward Shawn. You shouldn't let this affect your health."
Lynne's soft tone failed to ease Robert's mood. Instead, the way he looked at Jonathan turned even colder.
Those words only stirred up his thoughts again. He was reminded that he had been the one who forced Jonathan out, and that Jonathan now held deep resentment toward the Fletcher family.
That was exactly what Lynne had intended.
A trace of satisfaction flickered in her eyes before she quickly hid it. Soon after, she resumed her worried expression and approached Jonathan.
"Jonathan, try to calm down. Shawn is in a difficult situation, and your father and I are both concerned. What you just said... Don't you think it's too hurtful?"
She paused and sighed, preparing to continue, but Jonathan cut her off before she could go on.
"Stop pretending. It disgusts me."
Those blunt words stopped Lynne in her tracks.
Shock flashed across her face, but it quickly shifted into a concealed sense of delight.
Jonathan really made things easy for her.
"Jonathan... How can you speak to me like that? Everything I'm doing is for your sake."
Lynne dabbed at her eyes, putting on a deeply wronged look.
Jenna had never liked Jonathan in the first place. Seeing him speak to her mother that way pushed her past her limit. "Jonathan! Who do you think you are? That's your family, too! How can you..."
Jenna's voice cut off all at once.
Jonathan's cold stare had already landed on her.
Without saying anything, the threat in his presence was already clear.
A shiver went through her, and she stepped back without thinking.
Her reaction only drew a hint of contempt from Jonathan. He let out a faint, mocking smile and spoke slowly, without any rush. "Jenna, if you had kept your mouth shut, I might've thought you were already gone. But since you insisted on speaking, let me remind you, as your so-called older brother. Instead of wasting your energy defending your fake, two-faced mother, you should focus on keeping yourself in check. Otherwise, you might catch something filthy out there and pass it on to Shawn. And next time, he might not survive."
Shock spread across Jenna's face as her eyes widened.
Fear and panic surfaced instantly.
How could he possibly know about what she'd been doing behind everyone's back?
Her body shook with a mix of anger and fear, yet she didn't dare respond.
Pathetic. A silent scoff crossed Jonathan's mind as he watched Jenna's reaction. Then his gaze shifted toward Eleanor.
Their eyes met briefly. In that instant, he noticed a faint trace of amusement in her expression.
For reasons he couldn't explain, the pressure in his chest seemed to lift.
A slight smile touched his lips before he looked away. He gave a quiet scoff and turned around, leaving as though nothing had happened.
Eleanor watched him go, her thoughts tangled with mixed emotions.
Jonathan's arrival had come at just the right moment. It almost felt like he had stepped in deliberately to help her out.
But... That didn't make sense.
Jonathan wouldn't come all this way just for her.
A faint, self-mocking smile appeared on her lips.
Luckily, the others were too consumed with their anger toward Jonathan to notice her expression.
Lynne couldn't accept that he had openly insulted her and walked away without consequence.
Irritation showed in her eyes, and even the smile she forced looked strained.
"Robert..."
With a wronged tone, Lynne reached out and lightly grasped Robert's sleeve.
"There's no need to worry. Just wait and see. He won't stay arrogant for long."
Robert's eyes narrowed, and a cold, ruthless edge surfaced in his expression.
The sight made Eleanor's chest tighten.
Jonathan was clearly his own son, yet there wasn't a hint of protection in Robert's gaze.
All that remained was pure rejection, as though he were staring at someone he despised.
Even though displeasure lingered beneath the surface, Lynne hid it well and nodded without hesitation. "Okay, I understand, Robert."
After a brief pause, Robert turned his attention to Shawn, whose breathing had finally stabilized. "Make sure Shawn is properly looked after," he said to Eleanor.
With that, he left without another word.
Only once he was completely gone did Lynne drop her smile. She looked back at Eleanor, her voice now carrying open disgust. "I'll let it slide this time. Just focus on taking care of Shawn, and remember your place. If anything happens to him again, you won't get away with it."
Eleanor lowered her eyes, concealing every bit of emotion, and nodded faintly.
Satisfied, Lynne left with Jenna.
When the room finally emptied, Eleanor released a long breath and sank into the sofa, exhaustion evident across her face.
If Jonathan hadn't appeared at that exact moment and stirred up the entire family with a few words, she would've endured Lynne's scolding for far longer.
Whether he intended it or not, he had stepped in and helped her. She needed to go thank him.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes showing a quiet determination.
Still, something crossed her mind. Her gaze dropped to her clothes, and a hint of distaste flickered in her eyes.
Changing first would be better.
Standing in the bathroom, Eleanor looked at the marks left on her body as scenes from last night played clearly in her mind.
Heat crept up her face, and she quickly went through her routine.
Once she finished, Eleanor headed toward Jonathan's quarters, her steps guided by familiarity.
However, she paused the moment she arrived.
Coming here like this... Was she being too bold?
But it was only to thank him. After this, they wouldn't cross paths again.
She exhaled slowly, firming her resolve, and then lifted her hand and knocked.
"Come in."
Almost immediately, Jonathan's voice came from inside, as if he had been expecting her.
His tone gave nothing away. Eleanor pressed her lips together, a hint of tension settling in her chest as she pushed the door open.
Silence filled the room so completely that even the slightest sound would stand out.
Seated at the center of the sofa, Jonathan crossed his legs and casually flipped through a newspaper.
Even that simple action carried a natural sense of refinement.
Eleanor found herself staring, a faint daze slipping into her gaze.
The man in front of her felt different from the one she remembered.
After waiting for a while with no response, Jonathan's brows drew together as he lifted his head.
When he noticed the way she was looking at him, something unfamiliar stirred within him.
Then he spoke, his voice cool and tinged with sarcasm. "Mrs. Fletcher. What exactly do you want from me?"
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