Semua Bab Brother-In-Law's Replaced Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Irene Jones POV "Bring her to the altar!" The heavy veil pressed against my face, suffocating. Outside the door, footsteps thudded. Voices sharpened into commands. I didn’t move. Barely breathed. Beneath the layers of silk and lace, no one saw the way my hands trembled—or the way my heart screamed. The door creaked open. --- Three hours earlier… "Dad, I can't marry him! Please!" Misha’s voice—high, frantic—sliced through the walls, unraveling. I stood by the door, stiff as a board, each word a fresh blade against my skin. Then again, how could I feel bad for her when she never once did for me? When I was the one who always got treated worse? "We can’t afford to upset the Myers family, Misha," my stepfather, Leo, said—calm, deliberate, like he was discussing the weather. "This marriage matters to all of us. Try to understand.” "Then let Irene marry him!" Miley—my mother—snapped, her voice like a whip: sharp, cruel, final. My stomach lurched. Of course. Throw

Irene Jones POV “Why should I leave you?” Did he really just ask that? I didn’t even know this man, and he was way too close. “I should be asking why the hell you’re doing this. What’s wrong with you?” “Because I want to sleep with you," he said with a smirk. My stomach twisted. My soul was ready to leave my body. The audacity of this guy needed to be studied. "I’m your brother’s bride. How can you even talk like this?" I shoved at his chest, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head. Pain shot through my back as I arched away from him. His lips curled, pleased. "Yet to be a bride. And a substitute at that." The back of his knuckles grazed my jaw, featherlight. "And what's the issue in sleeping with a handsome man like me? A man who has more value than my disabled cousin?" The words hit harder than any shove. Why does everything always come down to looks or money? The Myers family was shaping up to be just as bad—if not worse—than mine. I clenched my jaw. "Liste

Irene Jones POV I jumped to my feet, heart hammering at the sound of a voice that didn’t belong to any of the men already inside my apartment.“Young master,” they bowed in unison, heads lowered, and I turned sharply to see who they were talking about.Albert stood near the doorway, pushing a wheelchair into the room. Seated in it was a man dressed in all black—lavish fabrics draped over his rigid frame, a black mask covering his face so completely I couldn’t even glimpse his eyes.“Who are you?” The words slipped out, shaky, useless—but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.“Your husband. Theodore Myers.”The voice came from him.Goosebumps erupted across my skin. Fear coiled tight in my chest.Even Cyril hadn’t scared me this much. But Theodore—my husband, a man I’d never even met—radiated something colder than anything I could explain."Mrs. Myers," Albert said, calm as ever, his polished tone steady, "I told you before—you needed to shift to the mansion. But you ran away. Tha