Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother Novels & Stories

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

“No, it’s fine. I just got worried for a moment. Living in the same house with them, they’ve always said things that came to pass. So I was wondering.” “Did they ever talk about you marrying a billionaire?” Kay asked. I shook my head slowly. “Bu……” Kay shook her head, stopping me from completing my statement. “They only said that so we could throw you out of this house.” “As I said earlier, Children are gifts from the almighty. Your stepmom and sister have no right to declare anyone barren. Who knows if your step-sister is capable of birthing a baby?” I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

"I’m not interested in marriage, now or anytime soon." At twenty-two, I’d been a rising star in a romance film in Havana. Now, at twenty-five, I ran more than ten Martínez fashion and design companies worldwide, serving as the CEO of my father's former business here in New York City. I have an older brother, Harden, twenty-seven, a surgeon living in California. Then there’s my younger sister, Stephanie, nineteen, who lives in the city with our mother, Sonia. We used to have an older sister, Harden’s twin, but she died three years ago, along with our father. Since then, the media’s painted me as the cold, arrogant bachelor I am today.

“Mom. What’s wrong?” She broke. Her voice cracked, spilling her anger. “It’s my fault. All of it. You're losing your wolf. You're sleeping with your stepbrothers. Everything!” “Stop it!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Stop blaming yourself. This is my life, not yours!” Her eyes widened at my outburst. She whispered, “If I hadn’t married Arnold, you wouldn’t have…” “No!” I cut her off, the tears pouring down my cheeks. “It’s not your fault my mates are my stepbrothers. Stop saying that!”

She smiled and simply walked away. God, I love my sister. By the time we landed in Miami to refuel and go shopping, I was a ball of energy. I couldn’t wait to see Isabella. We headed to the outlet mall and went on an hour-long shopping spree. Having your sister married to a billionaire does have its perks. The weirdest thing, though. I found out in February that her husband is my half-brother, but that’s a very long story. So technically, now I’m the billionaire’s little brother. Our grandfather, Carrington Michaels, has set me up with an unlimited credit card and a trust fund, but I prefer to live a normal life. I asked them not to announce that we’re related to the public yet. We will anno

'Collins Penta, CEO of Rush Luxury had arrived in New York City for a meeting' Everyone knows Collins as a big billionaire but not many knew that he was Greg's brother. An evil smile filled my face because of an idea. Maybe I could get back at Greg with Collins. It will be the perfect sweet revenge.

“That's not true.” It wasn't lie. She was an unexpected. From the moment she had turned up at his offices the other night spouting the outrageous claim that she was his stepsister through to today when he had come home and discovered her laughing and dancing with his staff he had felt as if his carefully controlled world was gradually shifting beneath him. And tonight somehow she had turned even the act of sharing a meal into an unpredictable affair. How the hell they had ended up talking about marriage and children and love of all things that singularly destructive emotions he had bought to avoid at all costs he had no idea.

He was standing in front of the mirror, loosening his tie, when he glanced at me. “Babe, the company’s in deep shit, cash flow is completely fucked. We’ve got maybe two months before things get ugly.” I froze halfway to the door, my stomach twisted. Richard sighed and turned around. “Look, isn’t your stepbrother Luca some big-shot CEO? The guy’s loaded. You should reach out and ask him for help, he’s family, right?” My cheeks burned instantly. Just hearing his name out loud made my pussy clench. “We’re not close,” I said quickly. “He’s just my stepbrother.”

Chapter 2 “Can’t ruin her future? How would marrying a rich man ruin her future? Isn’t that a good thing? Then she wouldn’t have to work so hard manipulating other people just to get what she wants.” Tatiana’s sharp remark was immediately met with a hard slap from Ethan. A hot sting spread across her cheek, all the way to the bridge of her nose. Tatiana glared at Ethan, her eyes blazing with fury. Her eldest brother, the man who had once spoiled her endlessly, had become a cruel and heartless man.

Why would my dad travel all the way here to make me marry a billionaire? Marrying a billionaire would be beneficial to him, right? So why not make his step daughter who had become so precious to him marry that man? Instead, he came all the way here. He could have easily amended or manipulated that contract to make his dear step daughter marry that man. But he didn’t. Did he seriously think I’d buy the bullshit that he wants me to have a good life? There is a reason why his step daughter, Kara can’t marry that man. I then taunted him.