I Took The Fall For My Brother Story Novels & Stories

I sniffed, looking at the blurry fountain, then at the gate where the security guards stood, probably wondering what was happening. "Oh god, it's too much," I hunched over, the contents in my stomach churning. "Where do I be-gin?" I forced the words out, expelling more tears. My parents had long died, my brother had moved states after I joined college, leaving me to fend for myself. We had sold my parents home to raise money for my education and had split the little money they had left. I was struggling throughout, that is until I met Roman in my sophomore year, during my part-time job at a high-end club.

The news only got to me today. I’ve officially decided not to date. My current girlfriend, well ex, of three months dumped me this morning with a heavy slap to my face because her brother- my vice-captain- was forced into an altercation with Percy. And god, that fucking guy drives me insane. Can’t he just do what I did? And go to therapy?

His gaze moved over my face like he was searching for fingerprints — trying to figure out who left me this wrecked. I knew what he would think if I told him the truth. That his brother had done this. And I couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. So I forced a smile. A weak, pathetic one. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart in your hallway like this.” He stood up slowly and offered his hand. “Come on,” he said. “You shouldn’t be here.” I hesitated. Then I took it. His grip was warm. Steady. And I hated how comforted I felt by that. I wasn’t sure what that said about me — needing the hand of one brother to pull me out of the hell left by another.

I could not hold back a sharp laugh. Lexi got millions in compensation and savings from my brother-in-law’s death. Calvin would also send her plenty of money every month, and his mother helped her raise the kid. What hardship did she really have?

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story." Mr. Whitmore's eyebrows rose. "A story? Mrs. Romano, we came here for a presentation on pharmaceutical data, not—" I held up my hand. "Give me five minutes. If you're not interested after that, I'll step aside." He exchanged glances with the other investors, then shrugged. "Five minutes." I walked to the center of the room, away from the broken technology and the wrong samples. Away from Maria's calculating gaze. "Two years ago, my younger brother fell from a building." I paused, letting the words settle. "He's been in a coma ever since. A vegetative state. The doctors say his brain suffered severe trauma."

Especially not after the fact that he abandoned me two years ago, never called or even texted. I tripped over a tree root and found myself falling forward but then there were strong warm arms that caught me and held me. He helped me up, not letting go of me and there was that look again. What was it? His face was dangerously close to mine, too close for any brother to be but there was this pull there and I wasn't sure why. I tried to push away from him but his firm hands held me in place, "do you want to go to the waterfall for a little swim?" He breathed onto my face, he smelled of freshly cut grass and the summer breeze. "We could let our wolves out for a bit, since you're breaking the rul

Summer was officially over; fall was on the way. Accepting the truth was like swallowing an enormous pill. It didn’t matter how much water I drank, I couldn’t get it down. I always got what I wanted, never stopped until I was a victor, but this time, I couldn’t win. Getting someone to obey you through force, torture, and money was easy. But getting someone to forgive you… That couldn’t be forced. So, I failed. Without my brother’s forgiveness, my life would be exactly the same. I would love a woman who would never love me back. Every day, my heart would grow for her, but hers would never change.

Quinn "It's been decided, Quinn." My brother's voice cuts through the phone, flat and final, as if he's announcing tomorrow's weather instead of signing my death warrant. I shift the phone against my shoulder, my free hand automatically flipping to Article I, Section 8 of the Constitution—a nervous habit that usually calms me. Today, it does nothing. "I could still look for somewhere else," I try, desperation creeping into my voice despite my best efforts. "You know, literally anywhere else on campus. A closet. A storage unit. The library basement."

As far as he knows, I'm just the random witch doctor/probable charlatan who is here to exploit his father's illness for money. What am I supposed to do, waltz up to him and say, "Hey, Marcus, I know you don't know me, but I squatted outside your father's secretary's office and overheard your brother and sister plotting to frame you for embezzlement to make your dad hate you and kick you out of the line of succession"?

Like it was a statement he made on a daily basis. He was saying all the right things that made him sound like the perfect gentleman, and his dad the perfect step father, everything that drunk Dean, my mother's man child was not and could never be. I felt emotions pulling at me and I knew I was falling hard and fast for my best friend's brother. He was supposed to be a one night stand. How did it all go haywire?