El Esposo De Mi Hermana Novels & Stories

“My husband, I want to come while riding you.” “Yes, my wife, do whatever you want.” With that, I quickened my pace, determined to reach our peak together. We made love repeatedly, and if all goes well, we might soon have a sibling for Chase. Our lovemaking is intense. Whenever there’s an opportunity, he claims me. I love this man so much. My husband, Maximus Lardizabal.

His face was sharp and defined with light stubble. He was a handsome man indeed. I stood up and embraced him in a quick hug. "È passato davvero molto tempo, stronzo (It's been a long time indeed shithead)" He chuckled and let go off me. He looked Ace up and down. "È questo quello? (Is this the one?)" I sighed as I nodded. "Yes Mariano. Ace this is Mariano Di Viao, my brother. Mariano this is Ace Hernandez, my.. husband."

“I heard you the first time Natasha.” “Natasha?” I scoffed. “You’ll refer to me by my last name.” Placing my hand on the coffee table, I leaned forward and narrowed my eyes at him. “I was married to Xavier Ellmord and I am currently married to Martinez Wilson. We are not friends.” “Aren’t we?” He asked with an arched brow. His lips lifted with a smirk. “I’m currently helping you snitch on your sister for whatever reason best known to you and I’m supposed to make her fall in love with me. Shouldn’t that make us friends?”

he said. Our space? How on earth did it get to be our room? Hades moves before us and says, "Let me look at her." Ethan's nonchalance is gone, and he asks, "Why the f*ck would you look at my wife? Keep your f*cking eyes and hands off her because she is no longer the Rose you had unrestricted access to. She is now wed to me, married to me, and took vows to be with me.” Hades grunts, but he moves to the side. In the brotherhood, no one intercedes between a husband and his wife. Not even the boss himself, nobody. This relationship is even more holy than the bond we share with one another.

I looked from my husband to his Beta and back to my sister. "Anna," My husband finally said after an awkward moment of silence. "Your sister, Beth, is my fated mate."

I say this while looking each of them straight in the eye, especially that idiot who thinks I don't see how he looks at my wife. At the table, we have: Lucifer and his wife, the general and his wife, Marco and his wife, Philippe and his girlfriend, Fernandez and his girlfriend, Mr. Alberto Robertson and his wife, the royal eagle and his wife, my business partner Hector Hamilton, his brother, and their wives. I feel like we're forming one hell of a family, just like my wife has always wanted. I love seeing her happy; I love that smile that lights up her face and brightens my day.

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

I gasped at the closeness and looked into his eyes, shivering at the intensity in his gaze. "You think I don't know?" He asked and I glanced at the ice in his tone. "You think I don't know that you're married to my fucking step-brother Ciara?" he pulled back and chuckled, the sound dark and bitter. "I know you're married to him and I know he probably fucked you real good before he left going by that blinding kiss he gave you before he left but I don't care."

I roar, frustration now rising within me again. “Is that really what this fury is all about?” he asks after a moment, still locking eyes with me. “Or there's something else? Because this your reason doesn't sound like it's just about Elodie hiding her pregnancy.” I nod, glaring at the glass in my hand as I watch the liquid settle before answering. “Elodie is not just my half-brother's ex wife, she's also my ex fiance’s stepsister.” the words heavily roll out from my lips like a bomb.

She leaves me while she goes to get her computer. I scroll my hand, and the central home screen appears, showing Christian with a beautiful girl, hugging and happy. I look at them until Marta arrives and I show them to her. "See? He has someone, and you were dreaming something else." "Ha, ha, ha..., seriously you haven't researched your husband on the internet? That's his younger sister, Christie." "Did you?" I ask incredulously.