All Chapters of His brother's obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

{Third person's pov}A month passed and with it, the last remnants of Natasha's old life. At first, she believed she could recover.She had experience, connections, a recognizable face, surely someone would hire her.She was wrong, every agency rejected her, every manager politely declined.Every opportunity vanished before it could begin.The savings she had managed to keep were disappearing quickly. London was expensive.Far more expensive when nobody was willing to hire you. For weeks, Natasha attended interviews.Some for modeling and she stopped caring about pride. Pride didn't pay rent.One afternoon, she found herself sitting outside a small café in Central London. A simple place, nothing like the luxury events she used to attend.She wore oversized clothes, a cap, ablack face mask, anything to avoid being recognized.The manager had advertised an opening for a receptionist, the pay wasn't great but it was enough, and right now, enough was all she needed."Miss Harper?" A voice

{Third person's pov}The fashion show was small, nothing like the luxury runways Natasha used to walk.No famous designers, Just a handful of independent brands trying to make a name for themselves.And Natasha loved it, nobody there cared about who she used to be, nobody cared about scandals, nobody cared about Evan Ramos.For the first time in months, she felt hopeful. Backstage, she adjusted her outfit and took a deep breath."You ready?" One of the designers asked.Natasha smiled. "Yeah."The show went well, way better than expected.When it ended, Natasha walked toward the exit with a small smile on her face. The first genuine smile she'd had regarding her career in months.Then the cameras appeared, One, Two, Five and then about ten. The smile vanished instantly. "Natasha!"She froze. "Natasha, is it true you used Evan Ramos to become famous?"Another voice joined. "Were you ever in love with him?""Did you leave him after getting what you wanted?" Another voice ringed."Do you

{Third person's pov}The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of paper, Natasha sat on the sofa, carefully reading every page.Ethan didn't interrupt her, he remained in his chair across from her, a glass of water in his hand.Several times she found herself looking up, expecting him to rush her, expecting him to explain why she should sign, expecting him to convince her.He did none of those things, Instead, he simply waited.After nearly forty minutes, Natasha reached the final page, then she went back to the beginning.And read it again, the old Natasha never would have done that, the old Natasha would have signed wherever she was told.Trusted whoever she was dating and assumed everything would work out.That version of her was gone.Finally, she closed the folder and Ethan looked up."Well?" Natasha stared at him. "There really aren't any hidden clauses.""No." He replied, "No ownership rights." She said, "No."He replied again."No restrictions." She said again, "No

{Third person's pov}"What?" Evan asked. "You always need someone else to blame." Natasha replied. Evan clenched his fists. "I'm trying to save you.""No." Her voice remained calm. "You're trying to control me." The silence that followed felt heavy.For the first time, Evan seemed to realize she wasn't afraid of him anymore and that terrified him because fear had always worked.Guilt had always worked, his apologies had always worked but now? Nothing was working. "Come back."Natasha stared at him and then slowly she shook her head. "No."Evan stepped forward again and Natasha immediately took a step back, the movement wasn't lost on him.For a brief moment, something dark crossed his face.Possessiveness, Anger, Desperation, A dangerous combination.Before he could say anything else, another car stopped at the curb, a familiar black sedan.The passenger window lowered.Ethan.Neither brother had expected to see the other, the temperature seemed to drop instantly. Ethan looked from

{Third person's pov}Natasha woke up with a headache, a terrible headache, the consequences of celebrating a little too much.She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow, for a few blissful seconds, she considered staying there forever.Then her phone started vibrating, Natasha frowned.Who was calling this early? she reached for her phone, thirty-two missed notifications, twenty-one messages, six missed calls.Her stomach immediately dropped, something had happened and she sat upright.The first message was from Emily.'YOU'RE TRENDING.'The second was from Maya.'CALL ME IMMEDIATELY.'The third was from her manager.'Congratulations. Also, don't read the comments.'Natasha immediately read the comments, a mistake.Her comeback show was everywhere, videos, photographs, interviews, fashion blogs.Thousands of people were talking about her, some were praising her, many were but then she saw the headlines and her smile disappeared.'NATASHA'S COMEBACK UNDER ETHAN RAMOS'S MANA