El Esposo De Mi Hermana Novels & Stories

He wasn’t a new player in this game of clubs. “My wife died a year ago and I have two children, so I would not rush into marriage just for duty's sake.” He glanced at Dante. “I have a sister, a Rossi. A true Rossi.” I twisted my head in Dom’s direction, seeking help, but he shrugged. “I want you to marry her.” “You only have one sister, Rossi,” I crossed my arms over my chest, “and as far as I know, she has been promised to Luciano De Luca.”

Now he wants to get her pregnant, after seeing that his elder brother was back. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that with my brother. But you're still his wife? I know you're my real mate, even if you wouldn't acknowledge it. Although, I didn't know about this before, but after I left this pack to travel out, I didn't have any other mate, nor felt the mating bond. It reminds me that I was far away from home, my people, and I had to return home to help in building the pack and finding my mate. What I hadn't expected was that my mate would be my younger brother's wife," Jack said as he turned to look at Charlotte under the moonlight.

He remarked. “I know you might find this a little hard too, but there is one sure way of bringing your sister out of her hiding place.” The man started, raising Hannah’s curiosity. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with your sister’s relationship with your husband.” “Yeah?” Hannah replied, twirling her hair in confusion. “What does that have to do –“ “Hannah I’m not sure you understand this, but your sister deeply valued and treasured your husband. I was hoping that your engagement party would bring her out, but I think we need something deeper.”

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

I’m busy with work. I didn’t even realize he had followed me until I felt his shadow behind me. Joe’s arms wrapped around my waist, his face pressed into the curve of my neck, his breath brushing against my skin. “Emma and I grew up together,” he murmured. “She gets jealous whenever I talk about marriage. About the engagement… don’t take it to heart. It’s my mother—she insists Emma must become the Luna of the Smith family. But to me, she has always been my sister. You and I can still be together…”

“What's he doing here?” “You don't know?” he asked, shocked. I shook my head. “Wow.” He nodded slowly, as if confirming a theory he had. “You really put the ‘ex’ in ‘ex-husband.’” If he knew what happened, he would be more shocked that I'm still here instead of on the other side of the world. “Well, rumor says that Damien, his stepbrother—” Bastard stepbrother.

“Benefited?” The word tasted disgusting. I took a slow step toward him. “Do you know what your family calls me behind your back?” Isaac looked bored already. “Your sisters treat me like trash.” My voice cracked despite my effort to steady it. “Your mother acts like I trapped you. Every dinner feels like a punishment.” “And whose fault is that?” I stared at him in disbelief. “You should’ve learned your place from the beginning,” he said coldly. “Instead, you keep acting like this marriage means something.”

I realized that my life wasn't perfect either, and that we'd both been through our own struggles. Ria's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "Enough about my story, now tell me about your love life. Steve told me something that has left me wondering... your ex-wife trying to marry your stepbrother Maxwell?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression puzzled. I took a deep breath, preparing to explain the complicated situation. Ria listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine, as I recounted the events that had transpired.

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---