All Chapters of Her dangerous desires: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: Pre-trial conflictGREG EVANS“Hello again!” I heard a voice whispered in my ear.I looked to see who it was and there she was, the girl from a few nights ago. I had dismissed her then, uninterested and caught up in my feelings but tonight was different. Tonight, I need a distraction. Her smile was coy as she sat on the barstool next to me, her red lips wrapping around the rim of her cocktail glass. I didn’t bother with small talk. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted same. “I’m staying upstairs, do you care to join me?” I asked, cutting through whatever greeting she might’ve been planning. Her eyes widened slightly, then she smirked and nodded. No hesitation. Perfect. I was frustrated and needed something to pour it out on and she was just perfect, she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she matched my energy, pushing back, challenging me. I ravaged her succulent body and entered her with every stroke venting each frustration.When I was done with her, I got up with

Chapter 64: Court hearingAUTHOR'S POVThe courtroom was charged with tension as the trial for the contested WILL progressed, and Ethan could feel the weight of every eye on him. John sat beside him, stiff with anxiety but trying to maintain composure. Across from them, Greg’s lawyer, Marcus, was a picture of unshakable confidence, his smug expression making Ethan’s blood boil. This wasn’t just about inheritance, it was about control. And as much as Ethan hated to admit it, the case had taken a turn for the worse.The Judge called the room to order, his voice carrying authority as he glanced at the opposing sides. “Mr. Marcus, you may begin.”Marcus stood smoothly, adjusting his cuffs before addressing the court. “Your Honor, today we are faced with a situation that raises serious doubts about the validity of this so-called will,” he began, his voice cold and calculated. “We believe that the will submitted by John Evans is a forgery. This document was not written by the late Mr. Ev

Chapter 66: Spotless reputationMARCUS (GREG'S LAWYER)This was the second court hearing this week for this same case and to be honest, I was getting tired. Why wouldn't the judge just make a verdict? All rose as the judge returned from chambers, his robe flowing behind him like the weight of justice itself. I sat at my table, my posture relaxed but sharp, watching Ethan out of the corner of my eye. He was too composed for my liking, a calm arrogance that I found particularly irritating. He thrived on playing the intellectual hero, but today, I’d show him who was in control and that's why I decided to take on this case to prove to everyone that my law firm was a hundred percent better than Ethan's.The judge cleared his throat, silencing the murmurs. “The court will now proceed with the cross-examination of witnesses. Mr. Marcus, you may begin.”I rose smoothly, buttoning my jacket as I made my way to the center of the room. My first witness was already seated—a former family friend

Chapter 68: In controlGREG EVANSFinally, The court had done the right thing. As the elder son, it was only fitting that I take control of Dad's estate. Let John and his pathetic lawyer sulk all they wanted; I was the one who deserved this. Walking into the house, my chest swelled with pride. This was mine to handle now—All of it. The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw John and Mia standing in the hallway, their expressions gloomy. They looked so out of place, like uninvited guests in my kingdom.“Greg, we need to talk.” John said, his voice steady but clearly trying to hold back frustration.I smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Talk? About what, little brother? The court’s already spoken. If you’re here to cry about fairness, spare me that crap. It’s done.”“This is still our family home, you don’t have to be so smug about it. Moreover the judge said you are to handle everything concerning the properties till they share it between you and da

Chapter 70: Shattered worldMIAIt felt like my whole world was crumbling, piece by piece, leaving nothing but broken pieces which I couldn't piece back together. My best friend, the one person I could always count on, hated me. My dad was on the verge of losing everything he’d worked his entire life for. And as if that wasn’t enough, we’d been forced out of the only home I’d ever known because of my uncle Greg’s cruel games. And now, here I was, stuck under the same roof as Ethan. Ethan. The man I’d spent weeks avoiding being in the same space with, whose very presence affected me in the worst way possible. It wasn’t just about him, it was about how I couldn’t hide anything from him. He always saw right through me, and I wasn’t ready for any of that. Not now. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The silence in the room being my perfect solace, so I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to do anything. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Miss M