Married To My Ex’s Rival Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I roar, frustration now rising within me again. “Is that really what this fury is all about?” he asks after a moment, still locking eyes with me. “Or there's something else? Because this your reason doesn't sound like it's just about Elodie hiding her pregnancy.” I nod, glaring at the glass in my hand as I watch the liquid settle before answering. “Elodie is not just my half-brother's ex wife, she's also my ex fiance’s stepsister.” the words heavily roll out from my lips like a bomb.

I gasped at the closeness and looked into his eyes, shivering at the intensity in his gaze. "You think I don't know?" He asked and I glanced at the ice in his tone. "You think I don't know that you're married to my fucking step-brother Ciara?" he pulled back and chuckled, the sound dark and bitter. "I know you're married to him and I know he probably fucked you real good before he left going by that blinding kiss he gave you before he left but I don't care."

I would rise above it and focus on the things that mattered. Just like her Brother Oliver, they were shameless and eager to compete with George, often crossing the line to do so. I wondered how George could involve his stepmother, their mother, in all his affairs. It seemed as though Oliver and Sophia were willing to go to any lengths to antagonize George, even if it meant getting on my nerves. "When I heard my stepbrother was getting married, I had low expectations," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I was not disappointed." Her eyes raked over me as if she could see through my very soul.,

Astor, his stepbrother, had agreed to marry Susan. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath, smirking. Across from him, his business partner, Damien, arched a brow. "You sound pleased." William took a sip of his whiskey. "Because I am. Astor just made the worst decision of his life, and I'm going to make sure he suffers for it." Damien chuckled, shaking his head. "And here I thought you were over this petty family feud." William's smirk widened. "Oh, I am. But revenge? That's something else entirely."

“Except me, Isaiah, and Gloria. Anyone else steps in, you’re fired. Immediately and not just that, you will be blacklisted too. His voice left no room for argument. After that, he stormed into his car and drove off without direction, his grip tight on the steering wheel. His chest burned with irritation. “What the hell was that supposed to mean?” He let out a bitter laugh. Of all things, she had to compare him to Victor. Even if she didn’t say it outright, that was what it sounded like. And he hated it. Yes, his stepbrother was stronger. Richer. More established. But he and his stepmother had cheated him off of his inheritance. Even with his success, Lukas knew it himself was partly because

"No, I don't understand why a man will want to discipline a woman. A woman that's your ex wife and is getting married to your apparently very better brother." Richard groans, lost for words. "No more snarky comments? No more trying to justify the dastardly things you did?" Richard struggles to get back to his kneeling position. "Did my ex wife send you guys? Who are you really? Who sent you?" "Do you think your ex wife is the only person who holds immense grudge against you? Are you that free of enemies? How about Mr Yang?" At the mention of Mr Yang, Richard goes white in fear. "Is he the one who sent you to kidnap me?"

I realized that my life wasn't perfect either, and that we'd both been through our own struggles. Ria's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "Enough about my story, now tell me about your love life. Steve told me something that has left me wondering... your ex-wife trying to marry your stepbrother Maxwell?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression puzzled. I took a deep breath, preparing to explain the complicated situation. Ria listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine, as I recounted the events that had transpired.

Tension that I hadn't noticed bled from my muscles, granting me sweet relief and the space to think and just breathe. The last couple of hours…were wild. And odd. I ran my fingers through the strands of my hair, laughing shrilly, noiseless. I'd been robbed of my father's assets, discarded like day-old condiments, almost killed while visiting my parents grave, and now I was married. To a man I'd know for barely half a day. Who I'd then proceeded to fuck twice or thrice, I could barely remember through the haze of pleasure that had come over me when we were doing the deed.

“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.

She said, taking a deep breath. “I mean…if you were in Liam's shoes, would you be happy to know that after being stuck on a sick bed for years, you got healthy but now in a state where you don't have any choice but to pretend to be the husband to your step-brother's ex-wife. A step-brother whom you've never set your eyes on until now, and he has come back as an enemy to take you down.” The words rushed out of her mouth.