El Esposo De Mi Hermana Mga Nobela at Kwento

The name felt heavier now. The door opened twenty minutes later. Diana stepped in, shaking rain from her coat. Her face told everything before she spoke. “You survived it,” I said, voice low. “Tell me the rest in person. No more texts.” She hugged me tight, wet coat and all. “It was exactly as messy as we expected. But you laughed earlier. That counts. Hold onto that sound.” I held on, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. The wedding had happened. My sister married my ex while the world watched and commented. The empty seat stayed empty. And somewhere in the back a stranger had watched that emptiness instead of the couple.

It all made sense now. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The man I once loved. The man I once trusted. The man who shattered my world. Now, he was sitting across from me, introduced as my husband's brother. My Ex-boyfriend was my husband's stepbrother?! Ethan’s lips curled into a slow smirk as his gaze flickered over me, taking his time, watching my reaction. But instead of acknowledging me, he leaned slightly toward Cole and the others, pretending to be confused.

He was a handsome man indeed. I stood up and embraced him quickly. "It has been a long time indeed, shithead," I said, agreeing with what he said. He chuckled as he let go of me. Then he looked Eric up and down. "Is this the one?" he asked. I sighed as I nodded. "Yes, Rocco," I replied in English. Eric, this is Rocco Di Maria, my brother. Rocco, this is Eric Connall, my… husband." Eric looked perplexed as I sat down, while Rocco took a seat beside me and looked at Eric. He held his stare and I rolled my eyes. Why men had to try to intimidate each other when they first met was beyond my comprehension.

“What exactly are you hoping to achieve?” The question caught her off guard. “What?” “You keep digging.” “As if finding answers will somehow improve your situation.” Amelia stared at him. “I deserve to know the truth.” A bitter smile appeared but it was Gone almost instantly. “The truth?” He took a step closer. “The truth is what brought you here.” The words hit hard as Amelia’s chest tightened but Alexander wasn’t finished. “Your sister ran.” He took Another step. “My family needed a bride.” And Another. “And now we’re married.”

From the look of things he takes pretty good care of her so unless something else is going on here, it's most unlikely that she owes Montero any money. "Look, I have a visitor in my car. She quite prominent in Florida. Except you want to start a war, I'd advise you let us go. You'll have your money." I don't know how my sister has control over men. First she managed to steal Montero's heart and make herself the queen of his drug dealing empire, then she went on to my husband and is obviously playing a huge part in his life as well. I could barely keep my husband not to talk of controlling him. Like she used to say to me, I wonder if we really emerged from the same womb.

And she was smiling so much tonight in a way that was totally unlike Brooke. “Let me do the introductions.” She started. Then she looked up at Adonis. “Adonis, this is Jake, from work. And Jake, this is Adonis, my friend.” Friend? “He’s my fiancé's brother,” I added, glancing over at Jake. I had no idea what pushed me to say that, but some feminine and territorial part of me wanted to subtly, discreetly point out the fact that Brooke only met Adonis through me. Toxic, I know.

Every single word oozed self-pity. I pitied her hardships. I never refused when she asked me to help her brother. I even handed over my bank card for her to manage. While I sat frozen, she posted again. "His business is doing pretty well lately. I'm planning to have him buy my son a wedding house. After all, his assets will end up being my son's sooner or later anyway. What's wrong with planning ahead?" A string of supportive comments followed. Someone asked her how she managed to deceive her husband so flawlessly.

Besides, where the hell is her husband and kids? They should be here as well, I mean, they are family too, aren’t they? “Here comes the man of the hour, the most exotic groom on planet Earth!” Carrie let out teasingly as I sat on the bar stool next to my sister. “Don’t patronize me, Carrie! If I’m such an exotic groom like you claim, then why the hell is your sister so damn stubborn? For fucks sake, she is giving me such a hard time!” I complained, looking so frustrated. They both laughed at my frustration, making me even more furious.

“Brandon. He's going to find you for sure.” “How can you be wholly sure?” “Because I’m his brother!” His punch brought the wooden table into splinters, and I cannot help but gape in amazement and fear. “Besides, he already has a wife! And finding out about you being his mate—” “I thought she’s a fiancee? I already met her and she is...” Well, I don’t know anything about her aside from her name being Hestia. “Well not his current wife. But they will be wedded soon.”

"I did it to her." The hands he pulls into his hair tell me he’s on the verge of despair, well I step towards them and stand in front of her. He gritted his teeth and I see that it still digests my statement and connects everything. "You? You two? What are you two doing? Samantha? Are you fucking? My wife and my brother?" "We love each other," I say without shame. "I know your marriage is a farce, I figured out the first day. And I know you have another wife. "