บททั้งหมดของ My Brother-in-law's sinful offer: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Cara didn’t know how the rest of the day had passed after her grueling encounter in Martin's office.She felt completely submerged in a chaotic storm of emotions: guilt, shame, anticipation, and terror. Guilt toward Lucas, whose unconditional gentleness felt like an unbearable weight on her chest. Shame that her body still tingled with betraying warmth whenever she recalled the brutal, possessive way Martin had claimed every inch of her. Anticipation for how the remaining six days of their dark arrangement would pan out—and fear over what would happen if the truth ever came to light.When she had returned to the mansion, she made sure to sneak upstairs without running into Lucas or Madam Davis. Even though she had already washed herself at the agency and done her best to look presentable, her paranoid mind couldn't stop pointing out every tiny flaw in her cover.That was why she had immediately locked herself in her suite's bathroom for a second shower.She stood under the scalding wa

AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️ Dear Lovelies, I want to take a moment to say thank you and sorry. Thank you for reading Cara’s story, for waiting patiently for each update, for leaving comments, sharing your thoughts, and for continuing to support me even when the updates have been slower than usual. Unfortunately, I've been trying to write Cara’s story as a standalone but the platform doesn't think it's good enough. Due to that updates on Cara and Martin’s story will be stopped from now on until the story is revised to meet the required standard. I'm sorry if you're already invested in it. The truth is you're not alone, this is one of my favourite stories that I wanted to share with my readers and it hurts me deeply. That said, I'll be updating an entirely different story from now on, titled: “My Husband's Father wants me.” This is a completely different story that is not related to Aria/Kayden's story. It's a standalone. Your messages, votes, reviews, and kind words would mean

3"Why?" Damian whispered, leaning down slightly so his warm breath brushed the side of my neck. "Is that why you try to shrink yourself whenever I'm around?"His gaze lingered on mine. "You weren't this afraid of me a year ago.”My heart plummeted into my stomach.Had he noticed? The lingering glances I thought I'd hidden so carefully? The secret breathlessness I'd always fought whenever he walked into a room?Did he know I'd been noticing every glance, every quiet moment between us since the night he'd saved me from Ethan's enemies a year ago, when my husband had been too busy with Sienna to even realize I was missing?"I… I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, pulling back as much as the bar behind me would allow.How could I ever admit something like that out loud?Damian took another step forward, eliminating every inch of space between us.Unwanted heat spread through me instantly, my heart hammering against my ribs and my breath hitching in my chest."Then why di

5An hour later... Ethan's study.I stared at the black-and-white text printed on the papers before me, a suffocating coldness spreading through my veins.I lifted my gaze, staring across the heavy mahogany desk at Ethan with utter disbelief."I cheated? I'm an addict who has repeatedly refused rehab?" I whispered, my voice trembling with disgust."You just have to confirm those statements to the press, and I'll wire $100,000 to your account immediately," Ethan replied casually, leaning back in his leather chair. "Don't tell me you don't want to save your mother?""Why on earth would I agree to destroy my own life?" I hissed, clutching the edge of the desk. "Do you take me for a complete fool? After three years of marriage, this is how you repay me? By dragging my name through the mud just to pave a clean path for “her”?""Oh, don't be so dramatic," Ethan scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm paying you to put on a show for the public. In a few weeks, I'll release another PR dis

I stared into Damian's knowing eyes, and every ounce of the excitement that had filled my chest just seconds ago evaporated into thin air. Suddenly, the pieces connected in my mind like puzzle pieces coming together. The two women in the coffee shop who had positioned themselves just close enough for me to hear their conversation. The way Mr. Ross had glanced at my sketches and signed the contract without a second thought. That brief call before the signing. Everything had unfolded so effortlessly that I had actually allowed myself to believe it was based on my own merit. It wasn't that I doubted my talent, but... ‘Wasn't this considered a calculated handout?’ ‘Wasn't this charity?’ "Why?" I rasped, my throat suddenly going dry. "Why did you buy them? Do you even have a use for these designs?""Arabella—" Damian began, his voice low and measured."Is this your way of giving me charity?" I interrupted, my pride flaring up despite my desperation. "Gods, Arabella, no!" Damian st