Semua Bab My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Bab 221 - Bab 230

1 Cara couldn’t stop smiling. She stood among the elegant crowd in the sunlit garden, watching as Aria and Kayden exchanged vows under a canopy of white roses and twinkling lights. Her best friend looked radiant in her gown, glowing with a kind of happiness Cara hadn’t seen on her in years. Kayden, her big brother, for once wasn’t wearing his usual icy scowl—he looked at Aria like she was the only person in the world. It was perfect. Beautiful. Everything they had fought for. Cara was happy for them… truly happy. So why did she feel like something was lodged in her chest? She clasped her hands tighter in front of her champagne-colored dress, forcing her smile to stay in place. ‘Be happy for them,’ she inwardly told herself. ‘You are happy for them.’ But when Aria laughed softly at something Kayden whispered against her lips, an image flashed through Cara’s mind—strong arms, a rare smile, the low rumble of a voice that once promised her the world before he took it all away. Mar

3 After the most awkward ride in Cara’s life, she and Madam Davis arrived at First Class Hospital’s parking lot. She had just stepped out of the car and was waiting for the older woman to join her when she froze at the sound of her name. Cara would recognize Martin’s voice anywhere. But why did she have to run into him here today of all days—especially with her mother-in-law standing right beside her? She pretended not to hear him, but her hair stood on end as his footsteps grew louder. “Cara—” Martin had barely spoken when Madam Davis cut in sharply. “Cara, who is this man?” Cara’s heart slammed against her ribs. Without missing a beat, she turned to Martin with a blank, polite expression. “I don’t know him.” The words hit Martin like a slap. His dark eyes widened in shock, his jaw tightening. Before he could recover, Cara delivered the final blow. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” She was so focused on her act that she didn’t notice her mother-in-law had gone pale at

5 Cara waited until they were alone in the upstairs sitting room before she turned on her mother-in-law like a cornered animal. “What the hell was that?” she hissed, keeping her voice low so the maids wouldn’t hear. “Pregnant? Two weeks? Are you out of your mind?” Madam Davis didn’t flinch. She sat gracefully on the velvet sofa, crossing her legs as if they had simply been discussing the weather. “You should be thanking me,” the older woman said coolly. “That doctor’s report would have destroyed this family. Now we have a way out.” “A way out?” Cara laughed bitterly, tears of frustration burning her eyes. “You just told my husband I’m carrying his child when we both know that’s impossible right now! What happens when this lie blows up in our faces?” Madam Davis’s gaze sharpened. “It won’t blow up if you do what you’re told. You will make this pregnancy real, Cara. I can arrange a healthy man for you. Sleep with him tomorrow. Every night until it happens.” Cara stared at her in d

Cara barely touched her supper. The memory of Martin’s thumb brushing her lip in the hotel lounge kept replaying in her mind, sending unwelcome heat through her body. Lucas hadn't returned from work, which she was grateful for. The thought of seeing him after she and Martin nearly kissed made a knot form in her stomach. “Why aren’t you eating?” Madam Davis asked from across the table, bringing Cara to the present. She noticed her father-in-law's gaze on her too. Cara let out a small cough. “Nothing, my appetite has been bad lately.” “If you're craving something else, you can tell the cook to prepare it for you; don't be so reserved,” her father-in-law said, making Cara give him an uncomfortable nod. She could hear the double meaning of the man's words. Since she was pregnant, she'd have cravings, and she had to alert the kitchen. “I'll do that when the need arises, Father," Cara said quietly. “You should; we're hoping for you to have a healthy baby.” Cara nearly choked on her

9 Cara stared at Martin, tongue-tied and caught entirely off guard. Her heart hammered frantically against her ribs. Should she just come clean? The thought flickered through her mind like a wild flare in the dark. ‘Should she grab this opportunity to test the waters? Would Martin ever agree to be her donor?’ All these questions flashed through her mind in a matter of seconds, heavy with desperation. However, the sheer absurdity of the situation—the location, the locked door, the secrets suffocating her—forced her survival instincts to take over. When she opened her mouth, her voice was surprisingly steady. Firm. “The Old Master of the Davis family needs a bone marrow transplant.” Martin’s dark eyes didn't soften; if anything, his brow furrowed deeper, his sharp gaze analyzing every micro-expression on her face. “What does that have to do with what I just heard?” he pressed, his voice a dangerous rumble. “She was talking about a clinic. Donor profiles.” “Because we’re lookin