All Chapters of Her dangerous desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: Five million dollars LIAM What the hell have I done? “What the hell are you doing here, Sophie.” I asked, my mind racing. A small smirk tugged at her lips. “Good morning to you, too handsome,” she said, her voice teasing. I didn’t respond. Instead, I got out of bed, grabbing my pair of boxers from the floor. My movements were hurried, panicked. “You need to go,” I said, my voice sharp. She raised an eyebrow, sitting up slowly and clutching the sheet to her chest. “Wow, no morning-after pleasantries? We could go another round.” She suggested, seductively. “Sophie,” I said firmly, glaring at her. “This never happened. No one can know about this.” Her smirk faded, replaced by something colder. “Relax, Liam. I’m not going to broadcast it to the world.” She got up, taking her sweet time to gather her clothes. I watched her dress, my chest tightening with regret. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was a disaster. With everything else I was dealing with, this was the l

Chapter 53: Not for longETHAN I sat at my desk in the study as the morning sun streamed in from the window flipping through files absentmindedly, but my thoughts were miles away. Mia. She was becoming a distraction that I hadn't found a way to get rid of. The more I thought about her, the more determined I became to have her. Not just for a night, but completely. I wanted her trust, her time, her attention, her everything. And that made me agitated. I was thinking of my next move when my phone rang on the desk. Mia’s name lit up the screen. Speaking of the devil.“Hello, Mia,” I answered smoothly, leaning back in my chair. “Ethan, I need a favor.” she said, her voice hesitant but urgent. That immediately had my interest. “A favor? That's pretty interesting. What kind of favor?” “It’s about Liam,” she began. My jaw tightened at the mention of her boyfriend, but I kept my voice calm. “Go on.” “He’s… in trouble. He’s being blackmailed, and he needs help.” She explained, h

Chapter 55: Fuck these emotionsETHANI stood in front of Mia's door, hands stuffed in my pockets, waiting for her to open the door after I rang the doorbell. John was out of town. Thankfully, I confirmed it from him before making this unannounced visit.It wasn’t a habit of mine to barge into someone’s house uninvited, but I didn't want to call Mia and tell her about my plans of taking her out because I was sure that she would say no and be dismissive of me also, if I was being honest with myself—I wanted to see her. When the door opened, Mia appeared in front of me, her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing a loose sweater and shorts. “Ethan? What are you doing here?” She asked surprised, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as looked at me. “You owe me remember,” I said simply, stepping forward.Her eyebrows shot up. “I owe you?” she echoed, folding her arms. “For helping your boyfriend, so, I’m here to get what you owe. Go get dressed. We’re going out.” I said smoothly, my voice

Chapter 57: Tiger gangETHAN “Hello Sam, any updates on Smith's case?” I asked my PI as soon as Cassandra left.“Nothing yet sir.” Sam responded, his voice low.“Okay, keep me posted, I have another job for you.” I chipped in, sitting in my study looking at Liam’s phone in my hand.“I need you to dig into this mess,” I added, handing him Liam’s phone and a folder containing the blackmail details Liam had provided. I had already gone through his phone and my patience had already worn thin since I didn't find anything tangible, then I decided it was time to involve someone competent.“I’ll get on it right away.” Sam nodded, his expression neutral as always.“Good,” I said curtly. “Call me if you find anything.” After Sam left, I decided to visit my aunt Margaret. She’d been adjusting well since coming out of her coma, but I still liked to check on her. I drove to her house and found her in the garden, tending to her flowers. “You look like you’ve gone through hell and back.” she

Chapter 59: At warJOHN EVANSI arrived home from my business trip feeling relieved, ready to unwind after a stressful trip filled with negotiations. The house was quiet, maybe a little too quiet, but I didn’t think much of it. Mia had probably gone out, and the staff knew better than to disturb me when I first got back.I poured myself a glass of scotch, savoring the warmth as it slid down my throat. Finally, a moment of peace. The moment I set the glass down, a thick envelope sitting on the edge of the dining table caught my eye. My stomach rumbled as I tore it open and I made a mental note to ask the maids to get me something to eat after I was done resting. The letter was short, formal, and straight to the point—Notice of Intent to Contest the Will. I read it twice, my pulse quickening and my grip on the paper tightened as the realization sunk in. Ethan was correct, so Greg was actually going through with it. After all the arguments, the blatant disrespect, the entitlement, he