Dear Brother In Law Novels & Stories

she cut me off and said while winking. She passed a joke to me, but she didn't know what I felt when someone describes our relationship as brother-in-law and sister-in-law because it made me feel guilty and disgusted towards me. I smiled faintly and nodded in 'yes'. However, I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. “ Come fast, okay,” I said while she was already out of the kitchen.

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?"

I repeated. He placed a hand over his chest dramatically. “Ryan.” The name meant nothing to me. I waited. “Ryan De Luca,” he added, watching my face closely. “Your brother-in-law.” The words hit me like cold water. Brother-in-law? I didn’t react. Not outwardly. Inside, something shifted sharply into place. Reinaldo had never mentioned a brother. Not once. I tilted my head slightly. “I don’t remember being told to expect guests.”

We call each other from our last name when we want to annoy eachother and I am hell annoy with both of my friends. Maybe because the possessive brother inside me is awake because his sister wants to marry one of his friend. "Do you want to marry her or not?" askeded James looking at him. "of course brother-in law. Do I have to write my answer on paper." He said and smirked again. "Stop fucking calling me your brother-in-law. I am not your brother-in-law yet and if you really want to marry my sister, bring your family to my home to meet my parents."

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

What the hell is he talking about there is no way I was short that amount. Unless...... oh shit I knew this was coming but I didn't think he would start getting this greedy. "What the hell do you take me as? A fool some sort of ATM you could just keep printing money from huh? Do I look like a money tree to you?" I yelled at him angrily "Where the hell do you want me to get that kind of money again?" I asked as he kept silent. "That's not my problem, you should have thought of that before you started sleeping with her little sister"

The aim was to keep his older brother from being too tense through each step of the wedding process unfolding tonight. "Just relax. Don't keep your face all tense and nervous like that. Just treat it like replacing a dry towel. Besides, you're a Pro, meaning you have experience with marriage, right?" Ashton immediately looked up, then turned. Staring sharply, then putting on a slightly annoyed expression. It seemed unfair that his younger brother called him a pro at marriage. Did they think he had been married multiple times or something? "Who's tense?" "The neighbor next door. It's you, obviously."

~~~ Before the brothers met, Old Master Hunt’s study… “Your crimes keep piling up, and I'm not going to keep covering up for you and allow you to destroy our family legacy. Don't you dare go to the headquarters again; your brother is now the new CEO; go to Africa and reflect on yourself; I'll summon you back when the news blows over,” Old Master Hunt said, his voice stern but full of heartache.

Alex’s gaze bounces between us, then when it locks on Vincent, he immediately recognises. “You,” he says, voice cracking. “You’re… you’re the fiancé.” Vincent says nothing. Just stands there, breathing hard, jaw locked tight. Alex looks back at me. “This is why? This is why you ended it? You said you weren’t ready...” “Don’t,” I whisper. “Alex, please...” He lets out a short and broken laugh. “My parents flew in tonight. Business partners with yours. They’re all downstairs tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner. And you...” He gestures at me, then at Vincent. “You’re fucking your sister’s fiancé two days before the wedding.”

Edward didn't reply. "Who are you?" the physiotherapist demanded. "We are his brothers. Now get out," Mathew roughly pushed the doctor out of the room. "We heard that you cannot speak because of your facial paralysis. It's alright. We can understand that you still love us the same," Samuel chimed in, ignoring the protests of the doctor. Matthew was looking around the room and didn't even bother to pretend. "Brothers, he cannot talk. Why waste our time? Just take those papers out and take his thumb impression. I don't like the smell of the disinfectants," he muttered impatiently.