His Brother's Bride
Selena has always played by the rules. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, she's promised to a man she doesn't love, Damien. She feels trapped in a life she never chose, until one fateful night changes everything.
Escaping her family’s suffocating grip, Selena finds herself at a secluded cabin in the mountains, where a passionate, anonymous encounter with a mysterious man ignites a spark she never saw coming.
As she returns to her wedding, bound by duty but torn by her heart, she discovers she's pregnant. But the real shock? The child is for the stranger she met in the cabin. Caught between two powerful men—one who offers revenge and the other, a life of duty—Selena is forced to confront her deepest desires, betrayals, and the shadows of her family’s legacy.
In a tangled web of passion, deception, and emotional turmoil, Selena must make a choice that will shatter everything she’s ever known.
Can love survive the weight of the past? Or will Selena's decisions destroy them all?
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-nine (Luca's POV)When she turned and saw me standing there, her eyes widened.“I thought I asked you to leave,” she hissed, looking around as if to make sure no one heard her. Her voice was low but I could still sense the anger in it.I stepped forward, slowly, as if one wrong move would shatter the little thread that was holding us together.“I couldn’t,” I said, stopping a few feet away from her. “Not like that.”She crossed her arms, a guarded look on her face. Her fitted red dress shimmered in the low light, a stark contrast to the hurt in her eyes.“What more do you want from me, Luca? Who even invited you?” she asked, almost whispering.“Your mother invited me, I ran into her at the grocery store some days ago.”“Of course she did.” She muttered under her breath.I ran a hand through my hair, took a breath, and locked eyes with her. “Look, Selena, I’m truly sorry. I was angry and bitter, and I know my actions hurt you. All I'm asking for is a chance for me to prove myself to you.”H
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-02
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-eight (Luca's POV)I stood in the corner of the ballroom, watching her from a distance like a possessed man.She's been avoiding me ever since the day I told her the truth about everything. I have typed out over a dozen messages—some long and apologetic, others short and desperate.But nothing.I almost regretted telling her the truth but she deserves to know.Four days ago, I ran into her mother. It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon. I’d stopped by Bianchi’s Market for espresso beans, something to keep me tethered to the day, and that was when I saw Clara Valenci holding a basket full of tomatoes and herbs, standing in front of the spice aisle. Her hair was tied back in a silk scarf.She looked up and recognized me almost instantly.“Luca, right? Damien’s brother?”I managed a small smile. “Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to see you again.”“I didn’t know you shopped here. Small world,” she said warmly. “I just came to pick up a few things for Robert. I want to make him his favorite stew. He’s doing m
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-01
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-seven (Selena's POV)The first few days after Luca told me the truth felt like I was moving through thick fog. Our night in the cabin played in my head like a broken record, one I couldn’t turn off. Now that I know it was orchestrated for revenge, the memory hits differently. The warmth I had once associated with it was gone, replaced by a deep, raw ache.I hate Luca for using me and I hate Damien even more for being the kind of brother that could push someone so far into darkness that revenge became the only way forward.It's been a week now, and In between the chaos of my emotions, life still marched on. Work kept me distracted–schedules, meetings, reports. My father’s health was improving too. I visited almost every day, checking in, and helping plan his 60th birthday party with my mother. It gave me something to look forward to.Three days ago, I went for my doctor’s appointment. I'm ten weeks pregnant, and even though I'm not yet showing, the reality of it pressed down harder than ever
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-26
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-six (Damien's POV)The private jet touched down with a soft shudder, its tires whispering against the tarmac. The sky was still black, somewhere between night and dawn, cloaking the landscape in a cold stillness. I didn’t need a warm welcome. My presence here was not meant to be known.I stepped out, my coat fluttering against the wind, sunglasses in place even though the sun was yet to rise. A black SUV waited for me at the foot of the stairs. Jiro, one of my most trusted men here, was behind the wheel, stone-faced as always.“Where is he?” I asked with a flat voice as I slid into the backseat.“Tied up, just like you asked. He’s not talking.”He didn’t need to say anything more. My blood was already starting to boil.The drive to the warehouse was long and winding. We passed through the usual acres of farmland, with scattered tractors and crops, and the large image of “Sustainable Agriculture for Delacroix Agro tech”. Cameras were well-hidden, and most employees working here had no idea
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-22
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-five (Selena's POV)The moment I stepped into my car, locked the door, and exhaled—I broke.Tears slipped down my cheeks silently, like they've been waiting behind my lashes, impatient and burning. My hands clutched the steering wheel like it could anchor me in a world that suddenly tilted sideways.I was used.Just like a pawn in the sick chess match between two brothers—one fueled by cruelty, the other by pain and vengeance. And I was the battlefield, the collateral damage.I couldn’t go back to the office or drive home, I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. So I drove to Sophia’s studio.It was late in the afternoon. As usual, she was lost in colors and canvas, music humming softly from her speakers, a paintbrush tucked behind one ear.When she saw me at the door, something in her face shifted instantly.“Selena?”I didn’t say anything. I just walked in, and by the time she set down her palette and reached me, I was crying. The tears came fast, messy, and raw. My sobs echoed aga
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-19
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-four (Luca's POV)I checked my watch for the twelfth time.12:46 p.m.I'm fourteen minutes early. I drove here with a calm resolve, parked with precision, and walked into Café Bellamy like a man with a mission. But now, seated at a table tucked away near the wide bay window, that calm was unraveling.I shouldn’t be nervous. I’ve faced numerous deals, spoken in front of world-class investors, and held my own in boardrooms filled with wolves. But this was different.I ran my fingers along the rim of my coffee cup, the ceramic was warm against my palm. The aroma of espresso and pastries filled the space around me, but none of it registered. My pulse tapped a restless beat against my wrist.I’ve imagined this moment over and over again. Rehearsed what I’d say–how I’d look her in the eyes and apologize. Seeing her message this morning brought a kind of relief, but right now, I feel a heavy weight in my chest.At exactly 1 p.m., the soft chime of the café doorbell rang. My head snapped up instin
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-18
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