All Chapters of Her dangerous desires: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92: I won't let him use me againMIAI don't know why but I missed Ethan, I missed the way he looked at me, his touch, the way he cared about me and it hadn't even been up to a week since we last saw each other. Anyways, I decided to go to his house and give him a surprise, I'm sure he'll love it. Immediately, I got dressed and hit the road after telling my dad that I was going to see a friend.I was really thankful for what was going on with my family recently, uncle Greg’s change of character, Marvin and me reconciling, Marvin seeking good professional help. Everything just got me in a really good mood.I stepped into Ethan’s house, my heart light, my mind still replaying our last conversation. He’d promised me that he had changed, that he was done playing games. And I had let myself believe him yet again.But as I walked toward his bedroom, I heard the sound of water running in the shower. I smiled knowing he was taking his bath, I decided to check in on him when a heard a

Chapter 94: Do betterGREG EVANSI stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it as I read the anonymous text. Another text came in immediately from the same unknown number.“Meet me at the bar downtown, you owe me a lot.” A scoff left my lips. Who the hell did this person think they were? I didn’t owe anyone anything. I deleted the message and locked my phone. I had better things to focus on—like making up for lost time with my kids. The smell of grilled burgers and fresh fries filled the air as I sat across from Derrick and Amanda at a quiet diner. Neither of them looked excited to be here. Derrick leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “You’ve never taken us out before.” “I know,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. “I should have, and I regret that.” Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you regret it?” she repeated, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Am I hearing right?” I exhaled. “I was a terrible father.” Derrick scoffed. “That’s an understatement.” I clen

Chapter 96: SeductionETHAN I had to do something about Emily, I couldn't have her ruining everything I've worked so hard to protect. First of all, I need to sort out the divorce. The best person to help me with this is Hilary, the last time we met was a mess because I ended things with her. But I needed her and I had to swallow my pride and go to her.As I sat across from Hilary I noticed the tension she sat, arms crossed, her gaze sharp and detached. I had expected resistance, but not outright hostility. “I need your help,” I said, sliding the divorce papers toward her. She didn’t even look at them. “No.” I frowned. “No?” She leaned back, letting out a humorless laugh. “Ethan, after everything? You actually think I’d jump to help you?” I exhaled slowly. “This isn’t personal.” “Maybe not to you,” she said, eyes narrowing. “But it is to me.” I clenched my jaw. “Hilary, you’re the best at this. I need someone out of my life, quietly and cleanly.” She tilted her head. “

Chapter 98: A gonerJOHN EVANSAs soon as Mia left the dining room, I turned to Ava, watching the way she delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. There was always something so graceful about her, even in the simplest actions. She caught me staring and smirked. “Do I have something on my lips?” she asked, still wiping her lips.“What? Nothing” I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck.She raised an eyebrow, “Then what are you looking at?”“I'm just looking at the goddess in front of me, did I do anything wrong?” I asked, biting my lips.She laughed, looking everywhere but me. “You're so cringe.”I leaned back, swirling the wine in my glass. “I’m also thinking about our next date.”Ava let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Oh John, please. I know you, you won't tell me about what you plan to do.” I leaned closer, dropping my voice. “If you press really hard, I might give you some hints.” She tilted her head, “Hmm… so what is it? A fancy restaurant? A weekend

Chapter 100: LeverageUNKNOWN POVBlood fascinates me. The way it drips, thick and slow, glistening under the dim, flickering light. The way it stains my skin, so warm at first, then sticky and dry. The man in front of me was shaking, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. I crouched, tilting my head with a smile on my lips. His lip was split thanks to me, one of his teeth was knocked loose. His left eye is nearly swollen shut. I hum, tapping the pliers against my palm. “You know,” I said, starting a conversation. “People always assume pain is the worst part.” I said, bringing the pliers to his fingernail, gripping it tight. He stiffened. “But it’s not.” I yanked, a hoarse scream leaving his throat as the nail came free, blood oozing down his trembling hand. I smiled, holding up the piece of him I just took. “The worst part is knowing it doesn’t stop. That it gets worse.” I flicked the nail to the ground, watching it bounce across the concrete. “Now, you were saying?” “I