Torn Between Tempting Brothers

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“Stay in your lane woman; otherwise the implications will be deplorable!” Lincoln ordered, then grimaced frantically.

“Why didn't you say you just wanted to swipe my money? Do you think I'm that fatuous to waste it on a wh*r* like you–?” Lincoln Richardson snapped, blocking her way.

Sara stepped back and leaned on his car. Meanwhile, Lincoln grinned grievously and ultimately chuckled mockingly. In his working time, he had encountered so many girls who were after his fortune, and never cared about his feelings.

Soon after, Sara interjected, holding her guards firmly, “Prr! A hooker? Do I look like one?”

Then, she chuckled wilfully and continued, “What do you know about poor girls, Mr. Lincoln? Do you believe I'm a wh*r*, selling my body to get some cash? How mean!”

After swallowing hard, she continued, “Yeah, yeah, I knew I'm that cynical for money, but you can't judge me for that. It's true; I'm that dirt–poor, but do you think I'm that mad to sign a fake–contract marriage, go through artificial foetal implantation with a stranger if I wasn't in a demanding situation?”

Hearing that, Lincoln stepped back and narrowed his eyes on Sara; however, that didn't fright her, so she continued, “Everyone is not as privileged as you, Lincoln. You are d*mn rich; born in fortune. You have never begged something to put on the table every day, but…”

Firmly, she added, “Do you think I can be compared to you? I can't spend so much money on a simple party like a birthday, I can't drive a heavy machine like this one, of which its price is higher than flat, but my sister… Avah…”

Looking desperately, she confessed, “She mean everything to me and got diagnosed with stage four cancer. I'm going through hell to save her life, yet you think I'm a streetwalker? Let me leave!”

“What? Wait. You mean your sister… Let me drop you home, kindly–”

“No! I'll manage to walk. You are excused to leave!

Chapter 1. A Baby?

Playing his pen with his finger, Lincoln curled his lips into a grin and ultimately grimaced them softly. His legs cross–like, he stared at the woman facing him attentively listening to his instructions.

He was in his best–business, black suit and a milky–shirt. The pub looked opulent, with couches well arranged.

Tossing the pen on the table, he asked firmly, “Are you certain about that girl? There is one thing I loath in this world; playing around with my money–!”

Lincoln had a negative idea that all girls were beggars of money. Besides, he had seen his friends go through hell for the sake of winning a girl's heart, especially that he was born in fortune.

Nothing bothered him than seeing his work schedule affected for the sake of attachments with women, so he had spent his youth focusing on his career.

However, Madam Emily smiled and interrupted, puffing her cigarette, “Definitely. I'll get you the girl that suits your requirements, Mr. Lincoln. Tell me about the girl you need to marry–”

She curled her red–painted lips into a grinned and wrinkled her face, crossing her legs, too. Her age landed past middle adulthood; however, her beauty remained remarkable.

“Good…good! This girl should be attractive, self–esteemed and educated. She must be someone with dignity and someone who won't embarrass me in front of my relatives. Most importantly, she must be talkative and silver–tongued enough to make everyone believe that she's my wife. Madam Emily, please get me such a girl.”

Emily smiled broadly and sipped her wine. Nevertheless, she never forgot to puff her cigarette; this time more deep.

After sighing for relief, she assured him, “Mr. Lincoln, I definitely have a girl that will fit flawlessly into your description. However, you must allow me some time to approach her–”

“Wait! I almost forgot. She must be ready to raise me an heir within a duration of one year–”

Surprised, Emily chimed in, “A child, too? You mean a girl that can marry you for one year, produce you a child and play as your wife. That seems complicated, but… Okay–?”

“Yeah! Unfortunately, there will be no s*x, no flirting around, no any love attachments. The baby will be done through artificial foetal implantation. How much do you need to fetch me such a girl?”

Meanwhile, Emily smiled and filled her glass to the top. Then, she hesitated and contemplated. Thereafter, she looked at the wealthiest man in front of her and grinned. Lincoln reached for his pen again and rolled it between his fingers, playfully.

Without further hesitation, Sara puffed once more and said, “What about two million dollars? A friendly prize; otherwise–”

“Two million dollars? You must be kidding me. With that huge amount of money, I better look this girl by myself. That's too expensive for a single girl–!”

Sara's chuckled interrupted his statement. Lincoln looked at her and frowned. Money wasn't the problem; however, that sum was more than he anticipated for something fake.

Convincingly, Sara dramatized, saying, “With your limitations and instructions, getting this girl won't be that easy, Mr. Lincoln. Trust me, since you want someone who can carry your blood for nine months, the price must be premium, too.”

“Okay, deal–?”

“Deal!” Sara couldn't believe she had won such a massive project. The pay was handsome, so she reached for her glass and sipped her red wine at one go. Her brown, silk, long hair curled behind her back, she nodded with consensus.

Then, she assured, “Mr. Lincoln, you will have your perfect match within twenty-four hours. Meanwhile, transfer the money into my personal account,” Her fingers handled him her bank information.

Lincoln hesitated before grabbing her card. After some thoughts, he stood and accepted the contract, saying, “Pleasure to work with you, Madam Emily.” Then, he stretched his hand to meet hers.

“My pleasure, Mr. Lincoln!”

Soon after, Lincoln left the bar, his hopes on Madam Emily to find him his premium product. Meanwhile, Emily felt like heaven had fallen on her.

For years, she had done this escort service thing, but she had never won a project worthy of a million.

Now, it would be two billion dollars! With that, she left the bar immediately after Lincoln to look for the girl she thought would be perfect for him.

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Chapter 2. A Fake Marriage?

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In the hospital bed, she flipped over and over trying to acquire a tranquil position; however, she couldn't attain any. It was already dawn, after a sleepless night of enduring affliction, and she could feel the meaning of life.

Actually, turmoil had hardened her heart that she wished to die.

Seemingly exhausted, her lips dry and her eyes swollen red. She wondered whether life would ever be something different from the hell she was going through. The flowery life she had expected vanished immediately the moment she was diagnosed with this hazardous disease.

Meanwhile, someone opened the door and entered without knocking. She knew who it was, so she didn't bother to stare. Instead, she hopped from the bed and flew a glass towards her. She exclaimed, “Don't ever come near me, Sara!” She looked mental.

Ignoring her words, Sara sat next to her and plac