All Chapters of My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Cara’s legs carried her through the crowd on autopilot, her pulse still roaring in her ears. She accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter just to have something to hold, forcing herself to smile at familiar faces as if nothing had happened. As if Martin Hawthorn hadn’t just ripped open four years of carefully sealed wounds. She felt him before she saw him again. Every time she glanced towards one side of the garden, he was there—watching, waiting for an opening. The first time, he started walking towards her while she was speaking with one of Kayden’s business associates. Cara excused herself smoothly and slipped into a group of Aria’s employees near the dessert table. Another time, he nearly reached her beside the rose arch, but she turned and headed straight for the ladies’ room. She refused to give him the satisfaction of another conversation. Not today. Not when her brother and best friend were finally happy. Not when she had spent the past years learning

Madam Davis stepped out of the car into the parking lot of First Class Hospital, her shoulders slumped and her face etched with defeat. The truth about her son's condition had grown heavier on her chest. Madam Davis had turned deathly pale. The doctor even recommended Intravaginal Insemination (IVI) using donor semen. He had given them an encouraging smile. “If your husband doesn't want to adopt, you can try that. In fact, your ovulation window begins in three days. I strongly advise you to take full advantage of it. Reduce stress as much as possible and—” Cara barely registered the rest of the advice. Her mind reeled. She was healthy. All the blame, the insults, the years of silent judgment… It had never been her fault. “Shouldn't we call Lucas and tell him the results?” Cara asked the older woman. Madam Davis glared at her.“We can tell Lucas later when he comes home. Do you think this is something that should be discussed over the phone? How insensitive.” Cara bit back a res

6Cara barely slept. The weight of Madam Davis’s words and Martin’s persistent texts coiled in her stomach like live wires. By morning, every movement felt heavy, as if the lie she was now forced to carry had physical mass. She was sipping coffee in the sunlit breakfast nook when Madam Davis swept in, dressed impeccably in a cream silk blouse. The older woman didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Your ovulation window starts in two days,” she said without preamble, her voice low enough that only Cara would hear. “You don’t have the luxury of hesitation, Cara. I’ve arranged a discreet option if you need it. A clean, healthy man. No questions asked. You wouldn't need to do the physical act.” Cara’s grip tightened on her mug until her knuckles whitened. “I told you I’d handle it.” Madam Davis’s smile was thin and sharp. “Then handle it. Lucas is already telling people the good news. If this pregnancy doesn’t become real soon, the questions will start—” “What questions?” Lucas, who

The bright lights of the agency’s main boardroom felt blinding.Cara sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, staring at the glossy mood boards for the new high-end fashion line.Beside her, Natalie, the agency's top model, was animatedly discussing the vision for the upcoming campaign.“I think the theme of ‘Pure Elegance’ really resonates,” Natalie said, flashing a flawless smile. “It’s all about looking perfect on the outside, no matter the chaos behind the scenes. What we wear usually speaks volumes…”Natalie kept talking, but Cara wasn't paying attention anymore. Her mind kept repeating Natalie's earlier words, “Perfect on the outside.”It described her current situation exactly.Cara’s hand drifted instinctively toward her abdomen. A stay-at-home nurse was currently unpacking her bags at the Davis mansion. Her mother-in-law was counting down the hours of her ovulation window.And Lucas was out there, proudly telling the world a lie that would destroy them all if it came t

The next morning, Cara sat at her office desk, her mind buzzing with a frantic, static noise.She had practically fled from the Davis mansion at dawn. The previous evening, after returning from her chaotic encounter with Martin, she had used the excuse of being exhausted to hide away in the guest room... again.Now, the reality of her situation sat in her chest like a ticking bomb. Her ovulation window began tomorrow.By mid-morning, Madam Davis had already sent two short text messages reminding her of the private clinic appointment scheduled for that afternoon—“discreet, efficient, and necessary.”By 11:00 AM, Cara was spiraling. She had tried to convince herself she could handle this clinical transaction, but the sheer weight of it was suffocating her.At 11:30 AM, her intercom buzzed, shattering the silence.“Mrs. Davis,” her secretary’s voice filtered through. “Your driver is here for you.”“Give me a minute. I’ll be out soon,” Cara replied, internally surprised at how steady her