A Woman Worth Billions Dated The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

“This came from public posts and family photos.” She placed the folder on my desk and left. I opened it casually, until I saw the photo on top. Elena, smiling, standing next to Sophia at a family dinner. The caption underneath was clear. “Sophia Martinez with her sister Elena.” I stared at the picture for quite a long time. Elena is my fiancée’s sister? I didn’t know how to feel about it. The quietness in the office was too loud. I sat back slowly, the photo still in my hand, and felt everything shift under me. Every conversation, every look, and every time I’d almost crossed the line.

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in my apron pocket, then buzzed again, then began buzzing so rapidly I finally pulled it out just to make it stop. Forty three notifications. The same headline, over and over, from every outlet that had run Vanessa's photo the night before. Billionaire CEO Nathaniel Whitfield Admits Marriage Began as Family Arrangement. Says It No Longer Is.

“Damien doesn’t have a sister like you.” Lucy chimed in sarcastically from the side. “This trick is so outdated. You think calling him ‘brother’ makes you close? If that worked, every girl on the street would be Damien’s sister.” Grace suddenly clamped her hand tightly around my chin. “How long have you been seducing him? How much money did you scam out of him? That ten thousand dollars was just pocket change to you, wasn’t it?” “I didn’t scam–”

Different good or different bad? I stared at the screen. I don’t know yet. Ivy called. I answered. “Hello.” “Finally!” I smiled. “Why are you shouting?” “Because you got married yesterday and barely told me anything today.” “There isn’t much to tell.” “Amara.” “What?” “You are living with a billionaire.” “So?” “So? That’s all you’re giving me?” I laughed. “Ivy, nothing happened.” “Nothing?” “Nothing.” She became quiet. “Are you okay?”

"Ms. A. Weber, RN. Hohenegg Clinic, Vienna — Queens outreach. 2019-2022." The door opened. A woman in her late fifties entered. Gray hair tied back. Navy scrubs under a cheap raincoat. Hands shaking around a worn purse. She looked at Seraphina once. Seraphina looked away first. A. Weber sat. She did not wait for a question. "She paid me fifty thousand Euro. Wire. Not cash. From the art foundation to my private account. My Queens home account." Silence. Twelve chairs listening. "She said tell the patient she has cancer, stage three, six months. And tell the husband she will never carry because of premature ovarian failure. I printed two fakes. I kept a copy. Because she told me to burn the or

Three years ago, this same set of people had watched me walk out with my dignity in pieces while Levi Smith stood beside his new fiancée and accepted applause for a future he had built on my work. Tonight, I walked in with a title of my own. The whispers began before I reached the podium. “Isn’t that Levi Smith’s ex?” “She’s running the project?” “I thought she left the city.” I heard every word. I let them pass through me without leaving a mark. The heels of my shoes clicked heavily against the marble. I didn’t hurry, and I didn’t look down. The silver ring on my right hand caught the light as I moved. My father’s ring rested between my fingers and my thumb brushed its edge once, a habit I

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

“Enough! Bring the Second Young Mistress out now!” ordered the woman with a huff. Once Fae was brought out, the woman helped the siblings up before saying, “I apologize… My younger sister is rather spoiled, which leads to her being unreasonable at times… Here’s a hundred-thousand-dollar cheque. I hope this’ll be enough as compensation for what my sister has done…” Shortly after saying that, the woman wrote and presented that cheque for the two, though the siblings were clearly too afraid to take it. Instead, the sister simply bowed toward the woman and Gerald before running off with her brother…

She hugged Thomas’s hand intimately and swayed her body so much that he was sexually aroused. Thomas immediately stood up straight and said arrogantly, “My brother-in-law is the biggest of all bigshots! He’s the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp. Do you even know what that is? Those are my brother-in-law’s good friends, and some time ago, he invested 15 million dollars in my family’s company and gave his share to my sister…” Astounded, his date exclaimed aloud, “Whoa! 15 million dollars, huh? Your brother-in-law is awesome!”

"That's right! You must get a divorce today, and you're leaving with nothing." Wilbur's brows furrowed so hard that they knitted together… It felt like a storm was brewing. Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?"