Novel & Cerita Falling For My Boyfriend's Navy Brother

“The fame you gave me? You took it back by tarnishing my image. Don’t think I didn’t know you were the one who leaked that draft so they would kick me out and I would cover up for your stupid scandal after you kept losing matches.” “What?” he growled. “I know that, Levi. I do. So whatever we owe each other ends today.” I turned to leave again, but he pulled me back. “You can’t leave me… your sister… I have..” I smacked him once more, cutting him off. “Call your hospital. I no longer have her there. You have been so proud, thinking I would be useless forever. So get this straight into your head. I told you the first time we started dating: I am not to be trifled with.”

I felt disappointed—or rather disheartened—and somehow also a heart-wrenching pang of jealousy. “Hi,” I managed to say to the Beta in a voice that failed to even mask my mini heartbreak. “You didn’t tell me the Beta was your boyfriend,” I said, trying to sound casual and unaffected. “What? No!” both of them exclaimed simultaneously, sounding embarrassed. “This is Gregory, my brother—elder brother,” Erin informed me. “Oh. I didn’t realize that. I saw you two and just assumed—” “We were lovers?” he said. “Nah. She’s just my little ugly, annoying sister.”

His voice dropped, serious, certain, “I’m going to your brother. I’m asking for your hand the right way. You’re my endgame, Eunice. Forever.” Those words made my chest ache with a joy so sharp it felt like crying. He wasn’t playing. What we had was real. We had a future, marriage, a home, a love that would outlast distance and time. I should’ve known better than to believe in fairy tales. The moment his plane took off, he vanished. At first, I told myself he was just settling in, new country, new routine, jet lag. I waited. I checked my phone every five minutes like some lovesick cliché.

"I know you have questions. But I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm telling you what's going to happen." "I'll explain everything later. All I need from you now is to come home with me and help me get Oscar out." "This is Jason. Our real brother. Come say hello to your fifth sister. Good boy." "Oscar, so you're her boyfriend? Oh, a sworn sister. I see." "I'm sorry to inform you that your sworn sister has been dismissed for assaulting another person..." "Someone jumped! There's someone on the ledge!" … The images dissolved into a wash of red.

“I’ve got some really freaking news. Well… to my mom, it’s good news.” Freya’s brow furrowed in concern. “What happened?” Ava leaned in, her voice dropping. “She’s getting married.” Freya’s mouth fell open. “Wait—what?” “To a guy named Mark Davis,” Ava continued, scowling. “She dropped the bomb last night over dinner. And get this man,he has a son.” Freya blinked, taking a second to process. “Whoa. So you’re getting a stepbrother?” “Yeah,” Ava muttered, fiddling with the edge of the book. “But he wasn’t there last night. Apparently, he couldn’t make it. Or maybe he just didn’t want to come.”

I was supposed to be in college, or I should have at been at least celebrating my first year as an airman in the military, but none of that materialized. Part of the trouble started almost two years ago when I met Roman shortly after my first boyfriend, Jonas, cheated on me. They, along with a few other guys, were either loose associates or friends with Reece. I was still in high school on my way to graduating when I came into contact with them all. My best friend Brody and I had gone to hang out at one of the local spots where the men showed off their cars and big bass systems, and the women showed off their assets. The site's sights were like the set of a bootylicious music video. Ratchet.

Two days later, I said Yes to the man I wasn't sure I loved. What's funnier? Being proposed to by your boyfriend who you've known since high school and started dating in college or falling madly in love with your brother's partner who happens to be your boss. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. It all started on that night. That rainy night. I can still feel my body trembling over him. The warmth on his breath. His gentle kisses.

“What the hell was that?“ His voice is low and tight. “With Killian. What was that, Dawn?“ I look at him. I have known this boy since we were children. This boy whose heartbreaks I held, whose secrets I kept, whose name I wrote in the margins of notebooks I burned before anyone could find them. I look at him standing here, furious about this. Something hardens in my chest; he betrayed me. “Exactly what you think it was,“ I say, my eyes locked on his. “No.“ He shakes his head, jaw tightening. “No, that’s not possible. You hate him, Dawn. You have always hated him. He is my brother, and you cannot stand him, so whatever this is—“ “You told me you hated Bree,“ I say. He stops; his lips tremble,