Brandon The Lover Novels & Stories

“I see things. Notice things. The way they disappeared for hours yesterday and came back looking guilty. The way you can barely look at them without blushing. The way all three of you act when you’re in the same room.” I stayed silent, not trusting myself to respond without confirming her suspicions. “Brandon loves me,” she said, her voice taking on an edge. “You need to understand that. He will always be mine. He will always choose me over you in any circumstance.” She took another step closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume. “Think about it this way. If we were both drowning, who do you think he would save? Me, the mother of his child? Or you, the stepsister he’s temporarily u

But then he saw her with someone else, someone he considered a brother and family, and she was confessing her love to him. He tried to distance himself from her until he was informed of a marriage alliance from a promise made years ago, and coincidentally, it was her. He treated her coldly, knowing she was actually in love with someone else. But when he found out she agreed to get married to him because of his money and be with the person she truly loved at the same time, he couldn't forgive her and hurt her. Everything felt like yesterday, and yet again, she was here in front of him.

I wanted to leave this suffocating place. As the car sped off, I could still see the burning hatred in Caleb's expression through the rearview mirror. While I was looking out of the window, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number with three pictures attached. The first was a golden bracelet engraved with Caleb and Selene's initials, CS. The second was a picture of a huge bouquet of 999 flowers, laid out on a hospital bed. The last picture was of Caleb passionately kissing Selene in the hospital bed.

She said as she reached into her bag, bringing out a neatly stacked document, and handed it to me. "What is this about?" I asked as I received the file. "Read." She said curtly. My eyes lowered to the document in front of me. "A marriage contract to my Son - Kaleb Damian Cross." I read Wait? The Kaleb Damian Cross that is all over the media? The mysterious, cold-hearted, CEO billionaire playboy who breaks hearts like he snaps his fingers. I looked up at her. This is Gracie Odessa Cross! The Heirness of the Cross family. Mother of the notorious playboy.

He held up new clothes as if someone were still there to try them on. "Caleb, look. I bought you a new jersey. Do you like it… Caleb, the weather's nice today. Want to go play soccer in the garden with me… Caleb, I made braised pork for you. Give it a try…" The servants all said he had gone mad. I thought so too because he had placed my urn on that soft, luxurious bed. Every night, he held that cold box in his arms as he slept. He was using it to punish himself. And he was trying, in vain, to keep me with him.

My stepmother just watched from the sidelines, waiting for the day I finally crashed and burned. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain. I stared into Vito's unfathomable eyes. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "Vito Luca, I'll marry you." A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes but was quickly drowned by his usual calm. "But before that, I need to ask you something." I locked my gaze on his, enunciating every word. "Do you have someone you love but can't have? Because my man can only belong to me. There can't be anyone else in his heart."

She burst into laughter and continued, "We made a bet. I told them that the proud heiress of the Hawthorn family would never tolerate the man you loved cheating on you. Initially, I thought you'd storm out in a rage. "However, Bryce said you were hopelessly in love with him. He bet that you would never leave him even if he brought women home." As she spoke, Bryce crouched down and personally helped her out of her high heels and into a pair of slippers. His voice was gentle and soft as he spoke. "I'm not going to look for other women. All I need is you." Selina shot me a sidelong glance upon hearing his answer, her lips curling into a smug smile.

Brandon said, as I stared at him with wide eyes. Is he really the man I fell in love with all those years ago? How could he think in such a twisted way? So he needed a strong luna for his pack and his mate, and that must be my sister. Then what would I be? Just a friend for sex? A baby-making machine, a wish-granting machine? "Wow, you're really a demanding male, Brandon," I commented, unable to believe this was the same man I had fallen in love with. The man I’d loved for years and wanted to marry.

I palm his cheek, the pad of my thumb caresses his prominent cheekbone. "You can teach me; you can show me how." Brandon's hand comes to the small of my back, my legs tangle in the sheet when I try to change position to straddle him. He catches on to my movement, lifts me so my legs are resting on both sides of him. "You don't get it," he says. "In my world, there is no lovemaking, just plain fucks with no strings attached. I cannot love you, Elna."