Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

“You know, I thought you had forgotten all about me, judging by the way you were doting on Alexei.” “That was just an act,” Brandon said, rolling his eyes. “You and I both know that I don’t love her. You’re the one I love.” What? That was impossible. There was no way this was true. Brandon had stayed with me all through father’s funeral. He had stayed by my side, giving me the solid support that I so desperately needed. Hell, my body still recalled how tightly he had hugged me and kissed me. There was no way anyone was that good of an actor. I refused to believe that all of it had been an act.

I nudge his shoulder playfully and roll my eyes at him. "You Liar," I mumble. Brandon shakes his head in disagreement and raises his hand in mock surrender with a serious look on his face. "I am serious here, I swear I have never been in love before. Why do you find that hard to believe?" He asks. Maybe it is because he is effortlessly gorgeous and has a lovely personality with a great sense of humour. Why else would I believe someone as perfect as Brandon has never been in love? I mean it is almost impossible.

"But I have bigger plans, Ava. Plans that involve your beloved James Valquez." Brandon crouched down, bringing his face level with hers. "You know, I have to thank you," he said with mock sincerity. "If it weren’t for you, I’d never have the chance to destroy that arrogant billionaire. When I’m done with him, I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of his legacy. And then..." He trailed off, a sinister smile spreading across his lips. "And then, you’ll learn to love me. Or at least, you’ll pretend to. Because you’ll have no other choice."

Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

"I didn't trick you on purpose. I kind of liked you before, but then I met James and realized what love is. You can't blame me for that." "Do you still take me as a fool?" Brandon stared at her, thinking she was a cheap slut compared to Jenny. "I didn't mean that—" "Really? Would you want to marry James if it weren't for the Windsors being superior to my family? Don't pretend to be driven by love when you're just after the money and status." Brandon wasn't a fool. He could see through her intentions.

“Cindy, this is Louisa, I am giving you the permission to love Jeffery, he is not my son, he is not your half brother, so go find him and love him as much as you want.” This was all like a dream to me, Jeffery was not my real brother, this means I can still love him, my heart had not stopped loving him and I have my parent’s permission to love him, this was just too good, all I had to do was find Jeffery and I know just where he would be if he also knows about this. I arrived at the beach, it was pouring heavily and there Jeffery stood, under the rain, staring at the ocean, as I walked step by step closer, the words he had told me in the past echoed in my head.

“I just have some handouts here to bring to the drama department for the trainees. The instructor said to bring it before their duty ends.” Zach couldn’t contain the fear. That time, 11 years ago, wasn’t supposed to leave his mind until now. Zach weren’t a man if he ever made her cry, and it proved one thing for Ethan. It’s such a shame for him to stand at the same bridge as him. “Oh, that sounds great. Are you delivering it yourself?” Ethan wasn’t bringing up the subject at all. It made Zach intimidated. Something about his words meant he doesn’t even care about Zach at all. Sam got betrayed by no other than his longtime boyfriend.

From that time he asked me to be his girlfriend, my heart is beating in an abnormal rhythm. He said he will follow me until I reach the gate of the dorm and make sure I have entered safely. He’s starting to act like a boyfriend and I couldn't believe the fact that he’s my boyfriend. Marco Matthews is my boyfriend! Whoa! When I entered our dorm, I saw Yvonne standing with both her arms crossed on her chest. She gave me a raising brow and twisted lips like telling me to tell her something and not opt to lie because she knows better than me. She pointed her finger for me to sit on the chair and I sighed about it but still moved and did.

Lorenzo's voice was low Warren didn’t respond. His other eye which wasn't swollen fluttered open for a brief moment before closing again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Lorenzo snapped, grabbing Warren by the chin and forcing his head up. “I love her… I love Alexa” he rasped, his voice horse from the beating. Lorenzo snorted. “Love? You think love excuses betrayal, Warren?” His tone was sharp, laced with anger and disappointment. “You didn’t just cross the line. You obliterated it.”

asked Brandon, aiming his camera at them. Ann Lori ignored the man’s forbidding glare and replied. “Early thirties?” “It adds up,” Brandon said to me, or to my phone, I’m not sure. “Young gent meets young lady from Amiens. They have an affair and he leaves to come back home. Turns out he leaves behind a lovechild out of wedlock, and that’s why she doesn’t have the family name.” That was a good theory. I looked up at the other two, raising my eyebrows.