Romans & histoires Flash Marriage: I Married My Fiancé's Brother

He starts talking “My name is Cade. That night, you were crying, half-drunk, ranting about how you wanted to prove something to your ex and your family. You said if you ever got married, it would be to someone who wouldn't cheat on you with your sister.” My throat tightens. But he continues “You pleaded with me to marry you and you made me rent a dress from this thrift store nearby.” He pauses and exhales “there's a chapel hall for the staff members at the clubhouse so you insisted we take pictures in the church after we signed the soft copy document in my phone. You insisted we sign a marital document.” I shake my head, struggling to keep up. “That doesn’t make sense. I would never—” “You d

It was upsetting that no one questioned Marcus for jumping into a marriage with his ex wife's step sister. Don't get me wrong, I do not want him back. I just wanted to save a little face for myself. When I got married to Marcus, I imagined I was getting married to the love of my life, to the one who made me whole again, despite how the media claimed I married him because of his money. Mirabelle and my father finally got to the alter and I watched in pain how my dad showered Mirabelle with attention, something he hasn't done to me in a while.

I see him hung up the phone. “Charm get ready. Someone will be here in a few minutes.” a soldier tone of my brother. “Get ready your face. I am going to keep this.” “Charm!” he yelled. Ouched. My ears. I was shocked the way he acts; my bro looks really serious. “Huh”? I answered pretending everything is fine. “This is a serious matter. You’re getting married!” It was all a prank Charm. Stay with it. @DEATH WISH

"Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback." Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement. Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement. On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm. We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief. I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

“I was at the lounge the night before my wedding, and I met this guy. We... connected. One thing led to another, and we ended up getting married on a whim. I found out the next morning, and before you ask, yes, I was sober enough to remember saying ‘I do.’” Both of them stared at me, mouths agape. “Wait,” Tiffany said, holding up a hand. “You’re telling me you met some random dude, and instead of, I don’t know, flirting or swapping numbers like a normal person, you went straight to marriage?” I winced. “Technically, yes.” “Technically?” Bethany echoed, her tone incredulous. “What does that even mean?” “Well…” I licked my lip. “He’s not exactly a random dude anymore.”

“My brother is going to get married. I tried to advise him out of the goodness of my heart–” “What? Your brother is going to get married? To who?” Ryan was shocked. He had not heard that Forrest had a girlfriend.

His hair was disheveled, his face drawn sharp, his gaze cutting through me with accusation instead of love. “Layla,” he said, spitting my name like venom. “Liam—” Relief, guilt, longing—everything collided in my chest. But he cut me off, his voice jagged, raw. “What have you done to me?” I stared at him, bewildered. “What are you talking about? I—” “You cheated. You married him,” he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. Tears stung instantly. “No, Liam. Please listen to me. I didn’t want this. I never wanted this marriage. Yuri ran away and my parents—they begged me, Liam. They begged me to stand there so our family wouldn’t be disgraced.”

Alana hugged her back warmly, feeling a comforting sense of home in her aunt’s arms. Once they settled in the cozy living room, Alana shared her news with a soft smile. “I got married, Aunt Rosalie. To Roman Ashford.” Rosalie’s face lit up with pure joy, her hands clapping together in delight. “Ryan explained the situation to me. That’s wonderful! But why didn’t you invite me to the wedding, darling?” “It was a flash marriage,” Alana explained gently. “We wanted something private and quick. There simply wasn’t time for invitations or a big celebration.”

“I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.” No. Please, no. Brother. The church tilted and blurred as the breath I held was knocked out with those words. I just fucked my husband’s brother hours before my wedding. Less than twelve hours ago, I’d been in his bed. Had let him inside my body. Had screamed his name while he made me come so hard I saw stars. And now he was standing there watching me marry Nate. Nate’s hand tightened on my lower back. His thumb moved in a small circle against my spine, grounding me, steadying me.

Gillian Chadwick, my fiancee, has always put her adoptive brother, Jude Chadwick, first. When a new romantic trend catches on, he gets the first gift, not me. When she buys her very first car, she gives him the first test drive. Even when a fire breaks out in our house in the middle of the night, she rushes into Jude's room first and drags him downstairs. She doesn't call to wake me until she has made sure he's safe. After getting burned in that fire, I finally lose my temper and demand Gillian choose between Jude and me. She looks at me in confusion. "Thomas, Jude is the only family I have in this world. Why are you competing with him? How about this? I promise to treat you both comple