Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother Novels & Stories

The elders at the table looked at him in astonishment. Vincent finally lost his temper. “We are discussing your brother’s marriage. Why do you keep interrupting?” Leonardo remained oblivious. His expression was relaxed. “My brother is getting married? That’s great! We should have our weddings together. It’ll be a grand celebration for the Vittorio family!” Vincent frowned. “What nonsense are you spouting? There is no ‘together.’ It is not your time yet! The ones getting married are your brother and Madeline! You don’t have the bearing of a mafia leader at all! Stop causing trouble!”

He takes one look at the position I'm in with his brother and his face twists into this look that is somehow a cross between rage and disappointment and barely contained calm. "Well well well look what we have here. My girlfriend whoring herself out to my brother." I'm about to argue when he continues, " I don't want to hear this nonsense about how you and I are over. You are supposed to be my fiance and later wife not married to my brother. Which by the way is not convincing anyone. He didn't even buy you a ring." I flinch from his tone and look down at my hand. We've been so caught up in our own little bubble that we did not exchange rings. I ball my hands into a fist and look back at him.

“What?” Selene’s gaze flicked to Damien, enjoying the fury in his eyes. “Didn’t he tell you? Your Alpha father already promised him to me. We’re to be married. A union of packs. A union of power.” “No,” Emilia whispered, her stomach dropping, the bond twisting painfully. She turned to Damien, desperate. “Tell me she’s lying.” Damien’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes burning with fury and shame. “Emilia—” Before he could finish, the forest shook with a deafening snarl.

Sid shouted, each word dripping with intensity and hurt. Bertha’s eyes filled with tears as she realized the gravity of Sid’s words. “Brother , I’m sorry!” she cried, desperation lacing her voice as she tried to plead for understanding. Madison exchanged glances with Samuel, both of them feeling the weight of the situation. They understood Samuel's fury; it was not just about Bertha's presence but also about what it represented—a betrayal of trust and loyalty.

“You want me to betray my sister? For you?” “I want you to protect yourself.” He stepped closer, close enough she could smell cedar and bourbon on him—the same scent from last night. “And there’s more. Marriage.” The word landed like a slap and a caress at once. “We will have a wedding and be powerful,” he continued. “You become my legitimate wife, and Ash can’t touch us. The past disappears. You get access to everything she’s trying to control. We both win.” Vina’s pulse roared. Marriage. To her sister’s ex. The ultimate betrayal made legal. Her body reacted before her mind—throat tightening with the memory of him there last night, heat pooling low despite everything.

Of deciding to just keep that marriage as a fact of his life, and then, of finding me again, and everything that came after. But when he spoke about Dinara and Dominic’s death, I saw a change in him. His voice hardened, his eyes shadowed. It wasn’t just about Dinara. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands curled slightly as if holding himself back. It wasn’t her fate that haunted him. It was his brother’s betrayal, Dominic siding with Dinara, even trying to kill him. That wound was still open. That was something he hadn’t gotten over.

He looks furious, and as he puts on his jacket we all stare at him, waiting for his response. “Fine, take her,” he finally says angrily, “I don’t even know why you want her. She’s a terrible Beta. Good luck with that. You’ll need it.” “You know the rules,” my husband replies seriously, “You cannot contact her. She is part of our pack now. If you break the rules, I will come for you. I have shown you mercy. We both know how this could have ended. If you ever bother her again, I will not be so kind.”

Now is no time for drama. “We? Who the hell is 'we' ?” Betty gestures dismissively, a look of confusion on her face. “I only volunteered to help Maria as a friend. I don't care what you do to her, and for heaven's sake, there's no 'we'!” “Her brothers visited earlier today requesting an alliance. Sarah and I are getting married, Betty. Don't you even feel anything for your friend?The wedding has to happen tomorrow, or they'll take her...”

Seven years of love meant nothing against seven months of betrayal. Some promises are easier to break than to keep. Kyros Arnaud Ferrero, the man I met at 17, was supposed to be my forever. Never did I imagine that his love would come with a betrayal. He loved me, yet he could hurt and betray me with the very friend I trusted. He could lie and cheat without even batting an eye. To get back at him, I married the brother he despises most—the current president of his company.

"Are you actually thinking about getting into something with him? Because Nicolas, I love you, but that's an incredibly dangerous game to play." "I am not asking you for a lecture, Aaron." "Oh, I am giving you one anyway." Aaron leaned against the desk, expression serious now. "You're about to marry his sister for God's sake. Do you understand what kind of mess you'd be creating if..." "That is not the issue, okay? I don't know what exactly it is like, which is the problem!" Aaron studied him for a long moment and then let his gaze soften. "Then explain it to me."