Wrong From the Start
Two men.
One was her best friend. The other was her infuriating boss.
One is the man she has loved for twelve years. The other is the man she despised with everything in her.
Yet on her wedding day, they both stood there, one as the groom, the other as the man who would never let her go.
“I tried to bury you. I told myself it was nothing. But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like.”
One said, his voice filled with resentment sharp enough to cut steel.
“I don’t need you to choose me,” the other whispered. “I just need you to know that no matter whose name you take… You will always belong to me.”
Forbidden. Addictive. A love so wrong it tastes like sin. A hatred so raw it feels like desire.
A twelve-year devotion.
A buried obsession.
Two brothers. One bride.
Some loves are safe.
Some loves are reckless.
And some are powerful enough to tear a family apart.