All Chapters of Yearning for My Husband's Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Three years ago, Dante Carter had her pinned against the backseat window of his Bentley, her fingers tangled in his curls, his mouth between her thighs.Tonight, she was marrying his brother.Hana Verlice stared at her reflection as she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her suite at the Carters’ mansion, the dress hugging every curve like it had been painted on. But it wasn’t the tightness of the fabric making it hard to breathe.“I don’t like this. Try the next,” her mother, Narla, said from behind her, frowning at her exposed chest.Hana brushed a curl behind her ear. “I don’t think so. I think it fits perfectly.”“It’s too loud,” her mother muttered.“Maybe I want to be loud.”She didn’t need to look to know the expression on her mother’s face—tight-lipped disappointment, polished into something that passed for elegance. Any other day, Hana might’ve caved. Slipped into something safer. Quieter.But not today.Today, she was marrying Elijah Carter. And if she had any

Hana’s body froze as she reached the large stairway of the grand Carter mansion.She had wished for many things in life, but meeting the man she was madly in love with just moments before getting engaged to his brother—was never on the list.The scene before her moved in slow motion.He was standing at the foot of the stairs, hands in his pockets. The same man she had seen a thousand times in her dreams, now real and breathing before her.Messy hair. Dark eyes, and those lips that set fire to every inch of her skin.He looked up, and their eyes met. It was as though the world stopped spinning. Her heart raced in her chest, louder than the music, louder than the distant voices from the party.Then his voice echoed through the hallway.“Did you miss me?”Casual. Effortless. Like it meant nothing. Like they meant nothing. A smirk tugged at his lips. It took Hana a few seconds to find her balance again.Did she miss him? Really?Tears stung her eyes, her nails digging hard into her palms.

“Dante…” she called, her voice muffled by his palm.“Shh… someone will hear you,” he breathed just below her ear, his voice barely above a whisper, just as a group of women walked into the restroom, chatting loudly among themselves.Hana held her breath, every muscle in her body tensed as her heart pounded in her chest. Neither of them moved. They stayed frozen in place until the voices faded and the door clicked shut behind the last woman. Only then did Dante lower his hand from her mouth.She stared at him, wide-eyed and unblinking. Her heart was racing, her mind spinning.What was he doing?Dante turned slowly, locking the cubicle door behind them, and then shifted his gaze back to her. That same infuriating smile played on his lips. They were standing too close—closer than they should be—and she could feel his breath against her skin. Her heart wouldn’t stop hammering.“What are you doing, Dante? You can’t—”Her words died in her throat as his hand rose, brushing a few loose stran