Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession

"You're my sister-in-law, right? It's nice finally meeting you. I hope we can get along."

During the lively welcome party, that all-too-familiar voice struck Eleanor Webb without warning, echoing in her ears long after the moment passed.

Everything around her seemed to blur away. Only one person remained clear in her sight.

Jonathan Fletcher.

Two years ago, he had been her boyfriend.

Then everything in her life fell apart overnight. Her father ran off overseas with his mistress and their illegitimate child, and her mother, unable to endure the blow, leapt from a building and was left in a vegetative state.

Faced with crushing medical expenses, Eleanor ended things with Jonathan and agreed to marry Shawn Fletcher, the second son of the Fletcher family, who had fallen into a coma after a car accident, entering a marriage arranged out of necessity.

Back then, she believed she would never cross paths with Jonathan again.

Not once did she expect that he would return as the long-lost eldest son of the Fletcher family.

This entire party had been prepared to welcome him home.

Compared to before, he looked leaner, his features more defined, and there was a cold distance about him that made it clear no one could get close.

"Jonathan, why are you here?"

Eleanor stood rooted in place, unable to react, when a graceful woman stepped forward and slipped her arm through Jonathan's. Her voice carried a soft sweetness, and her cheeks still held a faint blush.

Just moments earlier, the Fletcher family had publicly announced their engagement.

Hannah Benton now stood as Jonathan's fiancée.

That truth sank into Eleanor like a heavy weight, locking her body in place as if she had turned to stone.

"So this is Eleanor? Shawn's wife?" Hannah asked, turning toward her as though noticing her for the first time.

Though her expression faltered for a second, Eleanor forced herself to smile faintly.

"Miss Benton, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave."

Giving them a brief nod, Eleanor turned and walked away without waiting for a response.

Not once did she lift her eyes toward Jonathan, and because of that, she never saw the dark, unreadable look in his gaze.

By the time she stepped out of the party venue, all her strength had drained away.

In a daze, she found an empty room and began drinking one glass after another, as if the alcohol might dull the pain clawing through her. As if drowning herself in it might erase every thought of Jonathan.

Each gulp of alcohol scorched her throat, making her cough as tears stung her eyes, yet his image refused to leave her mind. Every memory lingered, from the warmth they once shared to the cold, disdainful look he gave her when everything ended.

Through the haze of alcohol, the door suddenly opened. A tall silhouette appeared, and then moved toward her and pulled her up from where she sat.

Could it be Jonathan?