All Chapters of My Sister's Husband: Surrogate For The CEO I Once Loved: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“We are your parents. Do you think we’d run away because of a mere $5M? What part of ‘we do not have any more cash to spare’ do you not understand?” Bernard complained bitterly, his eyes red with anger. But Cassandra didn't even look at him as her eyes remained glued to the piano playing on the TV, her finger tapping on her suitcase in rhythm. “You know the Horizon project has drained all our cash flow. If we move another $5M, we will be completely broke before the next dividends arrive.” He explained despite his anger, “Give us a few months and you can get your balance.”“Why don't you ask your favourite daughter for help? Her husband is a billionaire.” Cassandra reminded him, still not looking away.“Cassie, since when did you become so unreasonable?” Evelyn chimed in, practically pacing around the living room. Cassandra’s head snapped towards her direction, her eyes red, “I’m unreasonable?” “You’re making me carry your precious daughter's child and I am the unreasonable one bec

“Your pregnancy support team.” Dante replied cheerfully. Cassandra's eyes widened. “Pregnancy care team? What's even that?” Dante gestured at the ladies and they quickly filed out of the door as swiftly as they had come in. “I made sure they were all verified before hiring them.” He reassured her.“I get that they are verified, but why hire them?” Cassandra asked, still in disbelief. “To take care of you.” Cassandra opened her mouth but she was too stunned to say a word. “You can test their skills later, and if you are not satisfied with anyone, you can fire and hire someone else.” He added, barely noticing Cassandra's bewilderment. “Mr. Caldwell, I think you should…” “Babe, What's going on here?” Clara's voice cut through the room as she stormed in in a bathrobe and messy hair. “Who are those ladies in the living room?” Dante turned to face her, “I was just explaining to your sister. They are the pregnancy care team.” “What? What care team?” Clara questioned, surprised, “Wh

Cassandra swallowed, her throat knotting tightly. “We were just talking casually.” Cassandra replied. Dante sounded pissed, “Bad mouthing your own sister with your assistant is your idea of casual talk?” “It's not necessarily bad mouthing when we are saying the truth—”“No wonder she says you're difficult. It must have been a terrible experience growing up with a sister like you.” He interrupted sharply. Hearing his blatant accusations, something in Cassandra snapped. “Mr. Caldwell, I don't recall any part of the contract that says I should explain myself to you or your wife!” Dante was too taken aback by her response to ask what contract she was talking about. “This isn't about explaining yourself. Ms. Hart. This is about your attitude towards your sister that needs work…” “Get out of my office.” She snapped at him, her eyes red. Dante opened his mouth to speak, then paused to recollect his thoughts. Cassandra shoved past him. He didn't stop her, his eyes just followed her

Every eye turned to Clara as she shot to her feet, her eyes burning with rage. Only Cassandra was still eating like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell. To the Caldwells, Clara had always put on the innocent, helpless damsel persona. But now, because of Cassandra, she let that mask slip. “Mrs. Caldwell, would you like to clarify something?” Eleanor asked with a mocking tone. “If I remember correctly, you personally came to my house to tell me how generous your family was, right?” Clara moved back, her chair scraping on the floor. “Grandma, I can explain…” “Explain what?” Eleanor cut her short. Clara opened her mouth, but she had no lies ready to tell. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Cassandra had ruined everything she planned to achieve with this pregnancy. And not only that, she had made her lose credibility with Eleanor and Henry. Eleanor glanced at Dante, who was still in disbelief, “Dante, you see the great wife you’ve married?” Dante’s fist clenched so tight his k

“You can't even control your wife? How are you going to control the thousand people working under you?” Henry yelled as soon as Dante walked into his private study. Dante shook his head, throwing himself at the chair that sat right across from his father's desk. “I warned you before. Marrying someone from a lower social class never ends well—”“Just like if it was between you and mom?” Dante interrupted sharply.Henry’s jaws tightened, eyes red, “Your mom and I are different.” “Exactly! Clara and I are different too. She’s still young. Just because she made a mistake doesn't mean we should just cast her away.” Dante tried to convince his father. He leaned forward on the table, his voice convincing, “I know my wife. If she lied about something like this, she must have a very good reason.” “I will find out and give you and Grandma an explanation.” Henry didn't seem very convinced. He had never liked Dante marrying Clara, not just because of her family background, but also because