Brotherly Fortress After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Because you’re my brother and I’m telling you the truth. You want me to lie to you? That isn’t the way to go about these things. I can help you set up a meeting with her and you can divorce that Audrey and go with Lola.” “Oh great. Suddenly you’re my brother. And what kind of maniac are you to bring up divorce to me? Are you even married? You aren’t. Yet you want to advise me. Come off it, man. Stop playing. You can’t tell me what to do. You just can’t. Now if I were you, I would stop acting like we are brothers and get to the point.”

“Now that you've seen me build a house, you come here to talk to me about business as a brother. To put it bluntly, aren't you planning to defraud me of my money? Do you think I don't know? I can't afford to support a brother like you, and I don't want to maintain a brotherly relationship with you either. “ Joseph hit the wood in his hand against the stone slab with such force that his entire hand was bruised and bleeding without realizing it. “I will make it clear to you today in front of the village people. Since the day our father passed away, and you expelled our family from the house without regard to brotherhood, you and I have severed all ties between us as brothers.” “From now on, we

"Vanessa—Miss Thomas, I know we ended on the wrong foot. Things didn't exactly work out well between us during our, you know, marriage. But I urge you not to let whatever grudge you're holding cloud your judgment." My brows knitted. "You think this is all about you?" "Isn't it?" He asked, locking gaze with me. "You disappeared after signing those divorce papers, only for you to run into the arms of my brother. It's quite clear that you've been making decisions with your hatred towards me, which is completely unfair in my opinion. But then again, that's understandable." I fell silent. Not because I lost words to say, but because of the truth in his words. I'd really been letting my hatred lea

For once they got scared when a penalty of 1 million reached them by mail. In the Yoke mansion, Francesca is beyond angry. The way her husband fabricated her as a second-grade woman is something she could neither accept or digest. She packed her luggage and filed for divorce. In their 23 years of marriage, if this is what she got for raising a child who is not her own, then she doesn't want a husband like that. She found Watson sitting on the couch in their living room. He is looking down while holding his head with both hands. She let go of her luggage and walked towards where he is sitting. She threw the divorce papers on his face, along with the doctor certificate claiming that she can ne

The audacity of this man. "You don't get to say that word to me," I retorted, my words sharp with hate, void of the growing discomfort I was already feeling. "Mate? You don't get to stand there and say that word after what you did." I crossed my arms. "You broke that bond the moment you decided to sleep with my best friend, your brother's wife. So don't stand in front of me and talk about sacred things." His jaw clenched. "You don't belong to Alaric either," he gritted, shifting on his feet. "He can't mark you, can't complete any bond with you, not while ours still stands. Which means he's not your Alpha. Not really."

Francis’ jaws clenched after mentioning his divorce, and Liz’s eyes widened. Francis divorced his previous wife because she was inflicting pain on Evely to make her sick. She used Evely’s poor health to show everyone, most especially her husband, how good and caring of a mother and wife she was. She was feeding her ego at the expense of the little girl’s health and safety.

I could never imagine losing him or someone taking advantage of my brother. I firmly remarked, "Miranda, we need to talk," observing her look of surprise upon hearing me. "I don't think there's any reason for discussion now, Ang. You've already made up your mind about me, so what's the use of this chat?" she responded with a serious voice. "It's about your divorce with my brother," I said, which was not what she expected. The arrogance of her to think I'd stand by after learning of her infidelity against my brother!

He pinned her down to the bed and looked into her face. Her fingers were still running across his sweaty chest. He slammed his lips over hers and absent-mindedly undressed her. The room became hot from moans and grunts. “Promise you are going to give her a divorce once she is back from the hospital.” Evelyn cried as he forcefully pulled his hard dick inside her. “And the good news is that she lost her memory. You will introduce me as your sister so that my regular visits won't look suspicious.” “Ahhh…” She moaned, clutching her arms tightly around him.

"How long has it been since you left?" "Eight months since I moved out. The divorce was finalized three months ago, though he kept trying to claim it wasn't valid." "And in those eight months, you've started over completely. New job, new apartment, new life. You've fought back against his business practices and won. You've refused to let him intimidate you into coming back." Thomas met my eyes. "If that's what weakness looks like, I'd hate to see your version of strength." I felt tears threatening and blinked them back. "Sometimes I wake up and for a split second, I forget I'm free. I expect to feel his weight in the bed next to me, or hear him yelling from the other room."

"Divorce papers." Emily stared at them. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the document. Marcus spoke calmly. "You wanted a divorce." He glanced briefly at Alexander. "Now you have one." Ryan leaned closer to Daniel. "I feel like this is the beginning of a disaster." Daniel nodded quietly. Emily looked down at the papers. The word DIVORCE stared back at her. Marcus continued speaking. "You know…" "I almost didn’t sign them." Emily looked up sharply. "Why?" Marcus shrugged. "I thought maybe we could fix things."