Married To My Ex’s Rival Stepbrother Mga Nobela at Kwento

Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne. The name hit like a blow. His eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place. Grayson. That bastard. Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, shit-head of a stepbrother. The paper burned in his grip. His skin felt too tight for his body, the air around him pressing in until he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, rage, or punch his fist through the wall. “How the fuck did this happen?” he growled, throwing the file over the railing; the papers scattered like petals in the wind.

I breathed, looking up at him. He was hovering over me, his muscled arms braced on either side of my head, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at me. "You still want me to stop?" I should say yes. I should absolutely say yes. This was wrong on so many levels. Nicholas was Sebastian's brother. My ex-husband's brother. The brother of the man who'd humiliated me, divorced me, and destroyed me seven years ago. And our marriage—this marriage with Nicholas—wasn't even real.

The words stuck in my throat as his meaning sank in. He thought I had brought him here for sex. "I didn't expect this behavior from a divorcée," he continued, and the word hit me like a physical blow. "Especially from the former wife of my stepbrother." The world swayed. "Your what?" "Richard Blackwood." His smile was sharp as a blade. "My dear stepbrother." Ice flooded my veins. Richard had a half-brother—David. Sweet, kind David who had tried to comfort me during the loneliest parts of my marriage.

How often she had remarked on his wealth, his power. I’d always brushed it off as her being her—an elite socialite, always trying to make herself feel better. But now, the truth stood before me, cruel and undeniable. I don’t know how long I stood there, watching the man I was about to marry fucking the hell out of my step sister right in the middle of our pre-wedding party. The more I saw him thrusting himself into her with low grunts and hearing her squirm and moan in pleasure beneath him, the more dizzy I felt.

Originally, my straightforward admission didn't mean much, but Alexander's question changed everything. His eyes were pitch-black, as if probing into the depths of my soul, unraveling all the unknown secrets. My heart raced, as if something long ignored was now sprouting. Startled, I averted my eyes. My fluttering eyelashes failed to conceal my unease. My mouth opened and closed several times before I finally blurted out, "You're my ex-husband's brother..."

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

Not only is Silvan gorgeous enough to make my panties melt, he’s insanely wealthy and intelligent, with a magnetic aura that evokes fear and turns heads. I don’t care that he’s my step brother. I want him for myself. And I will have him. We would look so good together. New York City’s power couple. I made this entire plan because I noticed the way he looked at Astrid at work this morning — he seemed enamored by her beauty, and I knew I had to nip whatever that was in the bud before it went too far. So I exposed our dearly beloved step-sister for being a thief. And now, a whore. Because why would she ask to meet someone else’s fiancé in private, right?

would finally have each other, how we’d get along so well, how this blended family was going to be perfect. I barely tasted the food. My mind was spinning. The guy I’d crushed on for months—the one I’d stalked on social media, jerking my cock raw to his shirtless gym pics and those low-hanging basketball shorts—was now my fucking stepbrother. The same guy who had caught me on my knees with my best friend's dick down my throat just hours ago was going to be living under the same roof.

"Melissa, what are you saying? We took you in, treated you like family..." "Shut up!" she interrupted me, her voice filled with loathing. "You know what? Fed and I were together long before you two got married! It's only because you were the heir of the Stephen Corporation, and I was just an adopted daughter with nothing, that he had to leave me. Now, I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine! And you, go to hell with the Stephens!" Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I struggled to process what I was hearing. How could this be? Fed had never mentioned a relationship with my sister when he'd courted me.

“You know what? I’ve had enough drama for today. I’ll be heading to my room. We can continue whatever this is later.” He turned toward the stairs, then looked at me. “Elena, follow me. Or do you still want to talk with Jack?” “Not at all.” I followed him immediately. As we climbed the stairs, I could feel Jack’s eyes following us. I didn’t dare look back. What have I gotten myself into? Two brothers? I had no idea that the deceiver was a Gonzalez. And now I had somehow ended up pretending to date his stepbrother…This was a disaster.