Crossing Lines With His Brother

Jason struggled to free himself from Heather's tight grip, but she clung to him with all her strength, her arms and legs wrapped around him like a vine.

"Jason, I know you and your brother have different mothers," she whispered seductively. "He acts like a good brother on the surface, but behind your back, he's always plotting against you, keeping you at arm's length."

Her voice softened, full of temptation. "If I get pregnant with your child and marry him, everything in the Vanders will belong to us. No matter how hard he schemes, in the end, he'll be working for you. Doesn't that sound satisfying?"

Jason's gaze lowered to her, his expression cold and unreadable.

Heather leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear. "Are you really not interested in your brother's money? Or his woman?" Her lips brushed against his nose, trailing down to his Adam's apple.

She sank to her knees on the carpet, lifting her tearful eyes to look up at him, her red lips parted slightly — as if she were a faerie, drawing him deeper into her web.

Just then, a group of people approached the door outside, led by a server. They were laughing and chatting, ready to enter the room. As the door handle turned, Jason's fingers tightened in her hair, yanking her back abruptly.

The noise outside seemed to fade, and the footsteps grew distant again.

Breathing heavily, Heather reclined on the sofa, her lips glistening with moisture as she watched him, silently inviting him with a sly smile.

But Jason remained emotionless as he methodically adjusted his disheveled clothes.

Heather sat up, her eyes gleaming with provocation as she hooked her arm around him. "Jason, come on. It's my ovulation period, the best time to conceive a boy. Don't you want to seize this chance?"

Jason straightened, his usual air of dignity returning as he looked down at her with disdain. "A woman like you doesn't deserve to carry my child."

Heather watched in disbelief as he headed for the door. Infuriated, she chased after him. "Jason, are you even a man?"

He glanced back at her, his gaze lingering on her bold, red lips. "Didn't you already find out if I'm a man just now?"

Heather's fury surged. "Is that it? Are you impotent or something?"

He didn't bother to respond, just walked away without looking back.

Fuming, Heather shouted after him, her anger spilling over. "You deserve to be a cuckold! Chrishell and your brother are making a fool of you, and you don't even dare lay a finger on me!"

But Jason paid no attention to her taunts, leaving her behind without a second glance.

Heather returned to the private room, her heart ablaze with frustration, only to find Jason absent while Brett and Chrishell were already back.

Chrishell sat at one side, her face glowing with affection as she sang a love song, her eyes filled with longing. Brett listened, utterly entranced.

Suddenly, Heather felt the atmosphere suffocating and dull. She rose abruptly, leaving the room in search of air.

After a short drive, she arrived at the Jenner family home, where a servant was trying to feed her mother dinner. However, her mother was being uncooperative, splattering soup all over herself.

The servant, irritated, raised a hand to strike her but quickly recoiled upon seeing Heather approach.

Heather stepped in, took the bowl of soup, and sat down next to her mother. She looked at her mother, whose figure seemed to sag, a shadow of her former self.

Six months ago, her mother had discovered that her father not only had a mistress but also a secret illegitimate son. In a fit of rage, she had jumped from the second floor, landing hard.

Her father felt no remorse; instead, he continued to flaunt his affair, bringing his mistress and their child out in public. Since then, her mother had become a shell of herself, existing as a vegetable with no hope left in her life.

Heather gazed at her mother's burnt-red lips and sighed. "Mom, you're being foolish. Why punish yourself for someone else's mistakes?" She scooped up a steaming spoonful of soup. "If anyone should suffer, it should be the one who erred!"

In a sudden outburst, she flipped the hot bowl of soup onto the servant. The woman screamed in pain but dared not retaliate, only stammering apologies, claiming she hadn't taken proper care of Heather's mother.

Heather returned to her chair, wiping the soup stains off her mother's clothes.

The servant's fear of her wasn't just because she was the eldest daughter of the Jenner family, but because she was on the brink of becoming Brett Vander's wife. If she lost that status, she and her mother would have nowhere left to stand.

Determined, Heather made a vow in her heart: she would do everything in her power to hold onto this marriage.