Brother Of Bride Novels & Stories

(Dahlia) “SAY the word, Dal. That’s all you have to do. And I will turn the car around. It’s not too late to run.” It’s a cold night, but the concern in Craig’s voice warms me up. My brother’s presence inside the bridal car helps calm my fraying nerves. He’s driving me to the cathedral for my wedding. In a few hours, I would be marrying General Brent Wilson, the man of my dreams and also my fated mate, and yet, my brother is looking at me like he is sending me to my execution.

Her mother and Gabriel were laughing, reminiscing about old memories. “So, Grandma… is he going to be Mom’s brother?” Elona asked innocently, pointing at Axel as he descended the stairs. “Yes,” her mother replied with a warm smile. “He’s so handsome…” Elona whispered. Ivory shot her a look. “What are you talking about?” she asked. Elona shook her head quickly, hiding her smile. But her eyes remained glued to Axel. “I’m really happy that our families are finally coming together,” Gabriel said, raising his glass.

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

Even though I was also upset with that as I would not be there for the wedding, I had immediately booked the first flight home, wanting to be there for my brother’s big day, but that day I returned home for his wedding, only to attend a funeral instead. John had died in a car accident. The shock of it had been overwhelming, a crushing weight I could barely process. And amid the sea of mourners, I had seen her—his bride. My heart became heavy with sorrow and loss, I had come for my brother’s wedding and here I was attending his funeral. Amid the quiet murmurs of grief and the heaviness of loss, I had seen her— the mysterious bride. Among the sea of mourners dressed in black, she had appeared

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

I asked. He sat up “No. I am not married to Olivia, but my brother was married to her. And his name is Conrad,” he said, sending shivers down my spine. Bloody hell!

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

The scent of whiskey trailed him, mixing with the warmth of his cologne. “Congratulations, brother,” he slurred, turning to Matt. “A baby… well done. I guess that makes me a dad to be too in a way.” He looked right into my eyes. Matt chuckled, teasing. “About time you celebrated someone else, Adrian. Now it’s your turn. Being an uncle to my child won't be enough. Get yourself a woman.” The room stilled for a heartbeat as Adrian’s eyes locked on mine. The air thickened, and I felt my pulse spike. His lips curved into a smirk, sharp and dangerous. “I already have one,” he said, his voice low but carrying across the table.

It’s not easy. A person with the nickname “Just” sent a message. Vernon was pretending to be nice again. He then sent out invitations. [For the past six years, Hubert has taken care of Bridget very well. I’m grateful to him. You have to come to the wedding. When you do, I’ll thank you properly.] He tagged me in the message too. He and Bridget had been so intimate that they had even gotten a child. He was saying the most hurtful things with the most tender words.

He left me desolate, and now he wants to give another woman my future? Not on my fucking watch. I grab another device from my drawer and stab Rowan’s number into the screen. He picks up on the fifth ring. “What is it, Nichole?” His voice is cruel and impatient. A far cry from the voice of the man who whispered delicious sentences into my ears, as he would thrust into me. “What is it?” I bark, pacing the room, “Have you seen the damn news? Your brother is getting married.” Silence crackles through the line.