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My Ex Owes Me a Child Synopsis: Four years ago, Martin Hawthorn left Cara without a goodbye. He never knew she was pregnant. He never knew she had lost their baby. And he never knew that losing both him and their child left her a wound that never truly healed. Now Cara is married to another man, trapped in a family obsessed with heirs and appearances. When Cara discovers her husband is infertile, the dream of motherhood she's secretly clung to begins slipping away, crushing her hopes of becoming a mother. As pressure from her powerful in-laws intensifies and a dangerous lie about her pregnancy spirals out of control, Cara is forced to make an impossible choice. A donor. A secret. A lie. But Cara has already made her choice. If she must have a child, she wants one from the only man she has ever loved. Martin. The man who owes her a baby. The man who owes her answers. The man she swore she would never forgive. What begins as a desperate arrangement soon awakens old feelings, buried secrets, and painful truths about the night Martin disappeared. But when a baby is conceived from revenge, grief, and unfinished love, can either of them survive the consequences? What would Cara do when she discovers that creating a child may be far easier than escaping the love she thought she buried forever? ~~~♧♧♧~~~ Author note: Hello Loves, It's your favorite author, Pretty Darlie. Welcome to book 2. Join me as we dive into Cara and Martin’s story. You can read chapter 193 of book 1 for better understanding… Please note that although this is a sequel to “My Brother-in-law’s Sinful Offer." You can read it as a standalone. Please leave comments and show your support… I'll really appreciate it. Kisses… Pretty Darlie.18"You came here to be bred," he said, his words a deliberate cruelty. "That's all this is. Don't confuse it for anything else."His hand slid between her thighs from behind. Fingers pressed against her slick folds, and she gasped."But look at you, already this wet." His voice was dark with mockery. "Does Lucas make you this wet?""Please—""Does he?""No." The word tore out of her before she could stop it.Martin made a low sound—not satisfaction, not quite. Something hungrier. He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, and Cara cried out, her hands flying forward to brace against his obsidian desk."So tight," he muttered, working his fingers in and out of her, slow and deliberate. Her slick coated his knuckles. "When's the last time he touched you?"Cara couldn't answer. Her mind had gone white. His thumb found her clit, circling hard, and a broken moan escaped her throat."Answer me.""Months," she gasped. "I don't— he doesn't—""Good."He withdrew his fingers. Cara nearl
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl.Cara stared at the thick outline straining against his briefs. Her mouth went dry.She had done this before. Years ago, in his penthouse, on lazy Sundays when the city hummed outside and they had nowhere else to be. But this wasn't that. This was a transaction."Time's wasting," Martin said.Summoning her courage, she hooked her fingers into the waistband. Pulled the dark fabric down. His cock sprang free, hitting her on the lip—thick, heavy, the tip already slick.The sight of him made her stomach clench with something she refused to name.His cock looked bigger than she remembered, and it was hard—rock hard, with thick veins running along it.Cara gulped.Slowly, as if reaching for a cobra ready to strike, she wrapped her hand around the base and nearly flinched at how warm it felt. Velvet skin over iron.Cara’s stomach twisted. Lucas’s gentle face flashed behind her eyes—trusting, unaware, and waiting at home for a
“Strip!”The order echoed like a gunshot in the quiet vastness of the office.Cara’s initial reaction was that he had to be joking—a cruel, absurd test to break her resolve. But before she could open her mouth to question him, Martin’s piercing gaze locked onto hers, cold and sharp as arrows piercing straight through her defenses.“You have three minutes to get out of your clothes,” he stated, his voice flat and unyielding. “Or you can return to your mother-in-law.”Cara stiffened. Every muscle in her body locked up.He was serious.With a strict three-minute timer hanging over her head, there was no room left to negotiate, no time to indulge in shame, and no space to process the sheer humiliation of the moment. She was backed into a corner, and time was running out.Like a robot responding to an irreversible command, Cara took a deep, shaky breath and reached for the top button of her silk cream blouse.Her fingers trembled so violently she could barely grip the small shell button, b
Cara’s mind reeled in absolute terror.*Every single day?* She was a married woman living under the watchful, suspicious eyes of Madam Davis, a live-in nurse, and a devoted husband in the Davis mansion. How could she possibly sneak away to Martin's bed every day without getting caught?She stared up into the face of the man she had once loved—a man offering her the very salvation she begged for, wrapped in a trap of absolute surrender.Was he mocking her? She searched his features, but there was no cruelty in his eyes, only unyielding resolve. He was entirely serious.She swallowed hard. The massive office was deathly silent. She couldn't hear the distant hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, nor the faint buzz of the air conditioner. All she heard was the frantic, deafening thud of her own heart.Every day…The words echoed like a sentence passed by a judge.*"Every day of your fertile window belongs to me.”*Her fingers curled into trembling fists at her sides. Seven
The silence in the office was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. Cara stood frozen in the center of the room, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs under Martin’s scrutinizing gaze. She felt utterly exposed, as if the cold black marble beneath her feet might swallow her whole. Martin slowly leaned back in his leather chair. Without breaking eye contact, he reached up, loosened his silk tie, and pulled it completely free, tossing it onto the dark stone desk. His large hands moved with agonizing slowness to undo the top two buttons of his black shirt, exposing the bronze skin of his throat. His gaze never left hers for a fraction of a second. His predatory movements were sending shivers down her spine. “Y–you sent Gideon to invite me over,” Cara stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to shatter the oppressive atmosphere. “What is this about?” He didn't answer. He simply stared, letting the silence stretch until her skin felt hot with embarrassment and fear. He had all
Cara’s stress levels reached a fever pitch by sunrise.The weight of her secret pressed against her ribs like a vice, making even the thought of food nauseating. She had intended to skip breakfast, but Lucas wouldn't hear of it.“Diane recommended this breakfast recipe to the kitchen,” Lucas said, pulling out her chair with careful gallantry. His hand hovered gently at the small of her back as he helped her sit. “You really should try it. It was prepared specially for you and the baby.”He turned to the side, seeking confirmation. “Right, Diane?”“Of course, Sir,” the live-in nurse replied smoothly, stepping forward with an unsettlingly pristine posture. “Everything was prepared with precise nutritional balances to ensure the young madam’s optimal prenatal care.”Cara swallowed hard, suddenly acutely aware of Diane’s presence.‘Right. How could she forget?’She now had a live-in dietician and nurse tracking her every meal. How wonderfully suffocating.Lucas filled her plate himself, h
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