Brother In Law の小説・ストーリー

How dare she! "Are you comparing yourself with my Sister in law? Do you think my brother likes you? Oh my God! You are dreaming or imagining things. Don't you dare think of yourself in a place where my sister in law is right now? Do you know where she is now? She is with my brother right now. My brother, who is a merciless man, had never cared about any function or occasion came to this village fair only for her and only with her." Livia was shocked. "What are you saying?"

Jason said with a smile. Next a round of applause rang out and Jason reached out, gently signaling them to calm down. Jason said with a smile, "I'm really not used to showing up in such a high-profile way. But after all, he is my wife’s brother. As a brother-in-law, of course, I have to support him. So let me introduce him to you. This is John, my brother-in-law and this is my brother-in-law's wife. Please take care of them in the future."

His numb legs gave out and he stumbled straight into Reginald’s chest. Reginald shoved him away with a cold expression, his mood instantly ruined. Abel crashed against the wall and quickly straightened up, nervously looking at Reginald’s black-masked face. “Brother-in-law!” Please don’t break my fingers again! Ten fingers connected to the heart, okay?! Brother-in-law… What a ridiculous form of address. Reginald frowned. Who was related to this brat? Brother-in-law. Sis… Heloise?

"Yes." "Who?" I asked my hear slightly accelerating, If I hadn't perfected my calm focused act I would be on the edge of my seat."My brother." My jaw dropped, I didn't know he had a brother..."Your brother?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly. I pushed off the wall, walking around his desk."Yes." His eyes followed me as I walked in front of him.

Something that started with me being very clear about what was happening and ended with me still inside this family when the five days were up. What was happening was this. I had slept with my brother-in-law. Twice. The first time by accident, in the dark, drunk and mistaken. The second time was not the same category and I was not going to spend any more energy pretending it was. I had gone to that room knowing what I was walking toward and I had done it anyway and I had felt more in those hours than I had in a year of trying to manufacture something with a man who did not want me. That was the part I could not sit with.

My brother-in-law. We rarely spoke. Correction, he barely spoke to anyone. This was only the third time I’d ever really seen him. The first was at the family gala before my wedding. The second was at my wedding two years ago. And now, on my parents’ anniversary. Why was he here? He hardly ever showed up. It was as if he wasn’t even part of their family, like a ghost that moved through rooms without leaving a trace. His eyes, amber, slid away from mine almost instantly, already looking elsewhere.

I thanked the two. Damian never showed up. I figured he was busy with the woman. I really did not know why it bothered me so much. Damian was my brother-in-law. He’s single. He is a man with needs. And his business was not my business. I tried to constantly remind myself of that. Maybe it was because in the short time we spent together, living in one house, I learned to appreciate him. He may act rude, grumpy, and tough, but deep down, he is also someone who needs concern from the people around him.

The way his laughter drew me in, how he effortlessly made me feel alive, the intensity of his stares that sent shivers down my spine, his touches that left me trembling in the best wa possible. Maya cleared her throat, snapping me back to the room. "Okay, what just happened, Lena? Are you already daydreaming about your mystery man? Are you gonna tell me who he is or not?" She insisted, her tone playful yet persistent. "Well, there's nothing much to tell, Maya. He's just my boss's brother. He returned to the country a few weeks ago and now works at the company. He knows I'm married, though, and it doesn't bother him so—"

That was exactly how I felt. My brother stared down at his paperwork, signed it in irritation, and then lifted his gaze to look at me again. “I just wish there were something we could do. I refuse to let you live your life like this. You deserve a husband you love, someone who makes you happy, someone I actually respect. Lucian is my brother-in-law, but he’s no family to me. It doesn’t matter how nice and polite he is to Dirk and me. I can’t stand the guy, and I never will.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at my plate. “There’s nothing we can do, Case…”

I ended things with Mark after months of "I love yous" that never aligned. No fight. We just wanted different things. Six days later, I texted his brother. I didn't plan it. While I was still with Mark, he showed me his brother on a video call — "my brother cooks." I thought he was fine, but I looked away. He was off-limits. Then I saw him on my FYP. Cooking. Laughing. Soft-spoken but confident. Something in me wanted to know him. They said he doesn't have Instagram, so they gave me his number instead. Now I'm caught between guilt and something I can't explain. I have to tell both brothers the truth. But what if being alone is exactly what I need to become the woman who gets c