Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Betrayed, robbed of her work, and discarded like trash—that was Allana Morris’s fate after two years of being used by James Turner, an ungrateful man who stole the designs for her biggest project to secure his position at Turner Group alongside his new lover, Rose. But James forgot one thing: Allana was never a weak woman who could be trampled on without consequences. When James kicked her out with nothing to her name, Edward Turner—the head of Turner Group—stepped forward. Cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him, the most influential man in the city offered her a deal that sounded insane: a whirlwind marriage to crush James and reclaim what rightfully belonged to Allana.

he said with a grin. "Yes, I like being a sensation on the internet. You think I care about what people say about me? No, come on, I've grown past that. In Fact, I keep giving them more to talk about, you know, `` he said and she smiled broadly. She was really beginning to like this man. He has proven to be ten times better than the man she married. "But you know, I'm going to take you out on a shopping spree. You are a member of the Steels household and you shouldn't forget that your husband is a billionaire and you must dress like one" he said and she laughed.

About my sister—Christ, my god damn step-sister—and what her return would do to our parents. But all I could see was her. The curve of her smile. The way she’d gasped my cock like it was a sin. The way she’d fit against me like she was made to be there. A married woman. A line I’d sworn never to cross. And yet, even now, with my world tilting on its axis, the hunger for her burned hotter than my shame. “Goddamn it. I'm in trouble."

Xander responded. Not hearing anything from Apollo Xander added more, "From where will we find your temporary bride now? Your fiancee doesn't wanna get married because of her career and we can't just trust anyone. The women we thought were suitable all turned out to be gold diggers. How will we find someone we can trust and who won't be after you and your money like those women..." For a moment Apollo was silent, his cold eyes skipped a glare at Avery then he let out a sigh. In an icy tone, he voiced, "Nobody can take away the CEO position from me and no need for anyone. I have already got married."

People were passing by, but couldn't bring myself to take not of whether they were staying to stare or not because of the guy standing in front of me. He looked as pale as I remembered, but he was chatty this time. I gulped and shook my head. Maybe I as losing my mind. This can't be real. "I heard about your stepdad passing too, my condolences," he had a solemn look on his face which he quickly changed to a smile. "I also heard that you got married to that guy and he is your stepbrother and the heir of the Fords generational wealth congratulations," he said, looking genuine, but I couldn't tell for a fact if he truly was.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

"I am so incredibly glad he made it back in time. I want to officially introduce you to my older brother, Aleck. He just got back into the country this morning after running our family's international shipping business overseas. Aleck, this is my beautiful bride, Sloane." Aleck. There went my hopes of him being a doppelganger. My mind was spinning violently. The man I had met in a crowded Miami club, the man I had let drag me into a twenty-four-hour chapel, the man I had legally married less than forty-eight hours ago... was my fiancé's older brother. The horrific realization hit me like a freight train. I was standing at the altar about to marry a billionaire, but I was already legally marr

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

“What's he doing here?” “You don't know?” he asked, shocked. I shook my head. “Wow.” He nodded slowly, as if confirming a theory he had. “You really put the ‘ex’ in ‘ex-husband.’” If he knew what happened, he would be more shocked that I'm still here instead of on the other side of the world. “Well, rumor says that Damien, his stepbrother—” Bastard stepbrother.