After My Fiancé Vanished, I Married His Brother

The moment those words left my mouth, the thrill of revenge roared through me like wildfire. It tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.Emilio Nolan blushed up to his ears. His entire body went rigid, and his pupils dilated."Harry, he..." he started, but I cut him off with a kiss.The taste of alcohol mixed with the faint cedarwood scent that always clung to him, and I let it pull me under. I didn't want to hear whatever he was saying. I only wanted this moment of surrender to drown the pain that was threatening to shatter me.That night was utter madness. I slept so deeply that I didn't stir until frantic knocking dragged me out of sleep the next morning.My fiancé, Harry Nolan, stood outside with his new girlfriend. His face was twisted with rage as he shoved at the door that refused to open.Panic flickered through me as I glanced at the empty space beside me. The sheets were already cold. At some point, Emilio had already slipped away.I figured that men were all the same. The

"Don't even think about it!" Harry bellowed, tearing the annulment agreement into shreds. "Only I get to leave you, Julia. You do not get to humiliate me like this!""Me? Humiliating you?" I laughed out loud. "You brought your mistress into my house to insult me. How many women have you cheated with over the years? If it's not 100, it's at least 50. Don't you want freedom? Here it is. If you don't want to lose the villa, then buy it from me. Or is the future head of the Nolan Group too broke for that?"Harry lost his tongue, his face flushed red with shame. At the same time, Violet's smirk vanished, replaced by panic.She grabbed his arm, urging him, "Sign it! Then we'll get married. That bracelet you gave me is a promise. You can't back out now."Glancing at the bracelet, Emilio raised a brow and stayed silent.But Harry shook Violet's hand off, pointing at me. "I know exactly what game you're playing. Ten days, Julia. I'll give you ten days to come crawling back. When you do, I'

Emilio lowered his gaze, his voice soft but oddly reassuring. "Don't bother looking it up. It was me."Harry thought he must have misheard, tilting his head. "Who? You?"He scrambled up from the floor, clutching his stomach, laughing like a madman. "Don't try to fool me here. Is it someone we know? Stop covering for Julia. I know you've always been close to her, following her around since you were little. But I'm your brother, and she is my fiancée."He stressed his tone for the last part of his words. Clearly, he had just heard Emilio's response.I curled up on the bed, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. "I'm not your fiancée anymore. We've broken up without even getting registered. I'm just me."Emilio stood in front of me, speaking calmly. "I've always liked Julia. It was my choice."Harry punched the wall, his blood staining the surface. "You're giving up everything for her? Father will disown you! Just wait!"He stormed off like a mad bull, smashing things along the way.

"Enough!" Chad roared, slamming his cup down on the table. "How am I supposed to face the Hardin family after the disgrace you've caused?"His words were directed at Harry. He knew the whole fault lay with Harry.My laugh was loud, almost triumphant. "There's no need for explanations. The marriage alliance between our families will proceed as planned. But the man I marry will not be Harry."Harry couldn't care less about his dignity, his urgency evident as he rushed toward me. "Are you seriously going to marry Emilio? Why? What does he have that I don't?"I stood up, looking him straight in the eye. "He has everything you lack—decency, loyalty, and a heart."I took Emilio's hand and walked out of the mansion without looking back. Behind me, Emilio seemed to be in a good mood, his voice soft and happy. "So, it's settled.""Huh?" I turned around, just to meet his lips.He kissed me, whispering, "Marry me."Did I still believe in love? Not really. I spent seven years loving Harry,

I suddenly remembered a fight I'd had with Harry years ago.It all started when I discovered the flirtatious text messages his secretary had sent him. In a fit of anger, I demanded that he fire her.He flipped out on the spot. "Don't overstep! My contacts are not for you to control! You're seriously out of your mind. Go cool off!"He told the driver to dump me on the side of the road in pouring rain and drove home alone. Emilio found me soaked to the bone, shivering, and took me home. I caught a cold and had a fever. When Emilio called Harry to let him know I was sick, I overheard Harry's mocking laughter on the other end of the line."Don't bother with her. She just loves playing the pitiful role," he sneered. "I've never heard of anyone dying from a fever. Tell her to call me when she's better."Emilio stayed up all night taking care of me. Now I had already lost count of how many times I had come home in his car. It felt like he had a perfect routine for taking care of me—a