Novel & Cerita Married To My Ex’s Rival Stepbrother

He was smiling constantly at me which was in fact making me uncomfortable and feeling weird. Noah Beck, as I’ve known him for three years, hates me and my guts. He thought I got married to his step-brother because of money, hence the hatred, but at this moment, he was smiling so brightly, like we were never enemies. “Okay fine!” I surrendered,heaving a sigh. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married, after all I’m desperate and shameless.” I was sad my situation threw me under the bus with no option but to seek help from my Ex-husband’s step-brother. I hate the fact that I was still tied around Roland and his sweetheart, hence, I would be seeing them often.

She smirked defiantly and marched into the courthouse, her resolve firm. Leo watched her with a smirk of his own. He had her right where he wanted, and there was no turning back now. He followed her inside, his mind already calculating the next steps. ** Within a few hours, Talia and Leo were married in court. The moment the judge handed them the marriage certificate, Talia took it, curious to get a look at her new husband's full name. But before she could even glance at the surname, Leo swiftly snatched it from her hands, keeping her from noticing that they shared the same last name—Donovan, the same as her ex-husband Marco.

She felt all those memories knocking at her door. Avery changed her facial expression, she looked cool and calm. Gazing at the muffin on the plate she grabbed the spoon. "She was the one who stole my husband, being the parents of such a girl you guys dare to call me the shameless one. How funny!" "You!" Georgia Knight, Avery's stepmom burning with rage took a step towards her when Paul Knight, her father grabbed her hand. He gestured at her to keep calm as there were many guests around. Paul walked towards Avery, and in a low voice, he proclaimed, "It was you all along who came between them, you should know that. If it was not for you, Liam had been married to my daughter long ago."

“I really hope you’re right.” I scoff. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” he says, lifting his drink. “Because becoming stepbrothers with your ex?” He lets out a low whistle. “That’s not messy. That’s a full-on disaster.” I huff out a laugh, but it doesn’t reach my chest. “Tell me about it.” “Especially,” he adds, giving me a pointed look, “when your ex thinks you’re a lying, cheating asshole.” That one lands hard. I look down at my cup, jaw tightening. “Yeah.”

What the hell does that make us? I looked between them, relishing the silence. "Didn’t think family reunions could be this fun." I scoffed, tilting my head as Avery blinked up at me like she was still piecing the disaster together. "Relax, darling," I said, voice low and condescending. "Being your ex-husband's stepbrother makes me... what? Your dead husband's stepbrother. Congratulations." Her face twisted, scrunched in disgust as she'd just swallowed something sour. "Why me?" she blurted. "Why did you really choose me?"

My stepbrother might come out and tell the whole world that I played a huge part in the paralysis of my first husband, with a video recording of me pulling the trigger. Or was it the fact that the brother of the dead wife of Sebastian was so invested in learning what truly happened to my paralysed ex-husband and was the only thing standing between my stepbrother and I. Not to mention, the brother was a sadistic asshole. Still, my stomach fluttered when I realised how much he noticed. "There's nothing going on." "I thought Adrian had said something that messed you up." He placed a chaste kiss on my shoulders. "He's a messed up man, and you're an angel."

He was beginning to creep me out, to say the least. "It's okay, Ayla. I'll deal with him; please go back inside; you know you are not supposed to strain." I was still mad at Kaleb, but just slightly since he was defending me against his stupid brother. At times like that, I usually wondered why the hell I agreed to Roman's hand in marriage. "She is not going anywhere!" Roman stepped forward; his hands spread to grab me, but once again Kaleb blocked him, pushing him back. "You want to beat me because of my own wife?" Roman shouted, his eyes warping a miserable black. He reminded me of the day he tried forcing himself on me back at the office.

Tests? My mind immediately spiraled back to that day with Kael. The day that should never have happened. The moment his lips touched mine, the moment I gave in, even though I knew better. I knew he was my real mate. Even though I knew he was my stepbrother, even though he was technically mated to me , even though he might not remember anything now. And worse… I knew I had never let Alpha Lucien touch me. Not since we were mated.

Since then, I've been the one cleaning up after their drunken asses and making sure they both get home in one piece. Well, I suppose somebody has to be the responsible one. Unfortunately, that somebody is me. Every. Single. Bloody. Time. And yet, I still love them. Very much, actually. Even if they can be an absolute pain in the ass sometimes. Who am I kidding? They’re a pain in my fucking ass most of the time. Still, I'd go to war for either of them without a second thought. They've stood by me through everything—especially after the stunt my stepbrother, Stephan, pulled with my ex-wife, Vivienne, in an attempt to take over my company.

I had everything I could ever want, and life felt like a dream. But then everything changed. Mason, my ex-fiancee, made a mistake. A big one. He got involved with my stepsister, and it broke our love into pieces. I still remember the shock and pain I felt when I caught them together and the look of satisfaction in my stepmother's eyes. It was like a punch to the gut, shattering my brain into a thousand pieces. Now, here I am, in a new pack trying to start over, married to someone we all thought was even a Lycan King. But instead of finding peace and support, I found myself in the midst of even more drama and turmoil.