All Chapters of THE WRONG BROTHER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Charlotte "Hmm, hmm." My husband groans as he thrusts into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a moan I don't feel. On the inside though, I'm just counting down the seconds till he's done with this and can finally leave me alone. "You feel so good, Charlotte." He presses a kiss to the side of my neck. I make a face as sweat drips off his body onto my face. Eww. I'm going to have to shower thoroughly after this. "I'm coming. Yes, yes, yes!" He moans above me. My eyes fly open just in time to see his face contorting with pleasure, his body vibrating with the force of his orgasm. Bile rises up my throat as I feel his hot seed coating my walls, but I swallow it down in time. Finally, he rolls off me, breathing hard. "That was good, yeah? Probably the best one yet." Kevin chuckles. I fix a smile on my face. "Yeah." He rises out of the bed and staggers to the bathroom to get cleaned up. My beloved husband never even thinks of getting me a towel to clean myself up. Still, my smil

Charlotte "What? Is she really laughing?" "Has she gone crazy?" "Does she think this is a joke?" His sisters and cousins whisper around me in confusion. I raise my head and meet my husband's shocked gaze. I wipe the bead of tear from the corner of my eye, unable to control the wide smile on my face. "Finally. I thought this day would never come." "What are you talking about?" He blinks at me. "Are you on drugs right now?" I laugh some more before I bend and pick the papers. Closing the distance between Kevin and I, I pat his chest to search for a pen. I finally find one inside his suit jacket. "I thought I would give this marriage a few more weeks before I finally checked out, but the earlier the better I guess." I quickly scribble my name on the dotted line. He snorts. "Stop pretending to be unaffected by this. This act doesn't suit you, wife." I raise a brow at him. "That's ex wife to you, Kevin." "Charlotte, enough of this nonsense!" His mother snaps. "This crazy drama ha

Charlotte "We're here." Rhys informs me, stepping out of the vehicle. Someone pulls my own side of the door open and I step out, sunglasses protecting me from the glare of the sun. Rhys' secretary Joan had arrived earlier, arms full of shopping bags. I chose a green cowl neck blouse, wide legged white pants, and five inch Louboutins for today.I look nothing like the perfect wife Kevin used to know. I even washed off the dark hair dye, leaving my lush red locks to fall down to my back. Together, Rhys and I march into the building, attracting attention and whispers. "Isn't that Kevin Anders wife? What's she doing with him?" "Who is that man?" "Wait, is that Rhys Van Allen?" "He's Kevin's bastard brother, isn't he?" We ignore everything till we're in the elevator. I check my reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. I finally look and feel myself after over a year of pretending to fit in as Kevin's pitiful wife. My lipstick is a dark red, my lashes are dark with mascara

Charlotte "Tell me you're joking," Rhys says, his voice cutting through the quiet of my apartment. "I never joke about strategy," I reply, tossing my jacket over the couch. "Kevin wants to play smart? Fine. Let's show him what manipulation looks like when done right." He folds his arms, watching me that infuriating calm of his. " So, what now? Fake smiles, public appearances, a little PR war?" "Exactly." I grab a glass from the counter, pour water, and take a slow sip. "We make him look desperate. We make them doubt him." Rhys leans against the table. "You do realise the media still thinks you're the heartbroken ex, yeah?" "Good," I say, flashing him a quick smile. "That's how you bait sympathy. Then I flip it. Let them see me glowing, happy, unbothered. It will drive him insane." "Charlotte." His tone is low now. "This could backfire." "It won't. He's predictable. Narcissists always are." He studies me for a moment, and I can tell he wants to argue, but he doesn't. "So wher