I Took The Fall For My Brother Novels & Stories

After my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accused me of swapping the graduation thesis she had prepared for three years, I suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed on the spot. My three brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham, dragged me into the greenhouse as punishment. They locked the door tight after throwing me in. I cried as I explained. I pounded on the door desperately while begging them to believe me. Marcus' eyes were icy, and his tone was final. "The evidence is solid. Why do you think you can still argue about it? Mackenzie nearly failed to graduate. Stay in there and reflect on yourself!"

he admitted quietly, “when someone you love suffers because of you. But fuck, what’re you supposed to do when they recover and forgive you? Get all depressed and turn emo because of it? Or pick your damn self back up, laugh it off, and try to make their sacrifice worth something?” I shook my head, surprised he was spilling all this to me, but kind of really touched by it too. “Okay, you can’t just vague bomb me like that and not expect me not to want to know what you’re talking about.” “Fine, here’s one example. When I was nine, my family went to this park to have a picnic. My sister, Caroline, and her husband, Ten, took me down this condemned walking trail to see a waterfall. But the place

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. "For you to take the fall for the trap you set up for my brother," I replied, my voice firm and resolute.

I push off his desk and ignore the crap I knocked off. My brother, being the A-type that he is, gets up and starts putting everything back in its place. While he’s doing that, I tuck my uniform back in place and push my hair out of my face. “Go on.” “What?” “You said do I know what.” “Oh right.” I get back to the task at hand. “You’ve chosen your side. Now you will have to deal with the fallout.” “Is the fallout a snowball to my face?” “I could add that on, I suppose.”

I darted down an alleyway and drew in a deep breath. I knew where I was going to pick up this job. The same place I always went. When my father had finally stepped away from the crew, he passed it onto my brother, who was three years older than me, and not very good at standing up to our father. My brother was a pushover. As strong as he was physically, Dad had a grip on him mentally. Which dove this crew into some shady shit for a very long time. But after my brother’s accident, after having the only thing he loved ripped away from him, he finally saw the light.

because it was the truth that I was unwilling to admit. The majority said that Marco and I weren't suitable for each other, that I was too stable, too grounded, to be with an entitled heir like him. I had wanted to prove them all wrong, I had loved Marco, ignored the whispers. I had chosen him, over and over. He forgot birthdays, he forgot special occasions and like always, I defended him, covered him up, and now, as his elder brother's words cut through the air, something cracked within me, and I felt like my world was swinging.

Being close siblings was out of the deal "I don't know why you guys married in the first place," the words flew out of my mouth before I could think. The look on my mother's face instantly makes me realize the rubbish I just blurted out. They would all think I wasn't happy staying here but I was really struggling on how not to fuck my stepbrother. Can anyone understand that?

Then my head hit the hard surface that was Kian's chest. He pushed me away roughly and just like that, I was falling.

He wasn't thanking me for giving him tips for my proposal. He was thanking me for giving him tips to plan this proposal… for her. I felt a presence come up behind me, the person leaned close to my ear and said, “The only crime you committed was loving my brother?” Brother? Marcus didn't have any siblings. Turning, my eyes landed on the person who spoke and it was someone I had never expected.