Married To The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Now he wants to get her pregnant, after seeing that his elder brother was back. “I’m sorry that you have to go through all that with my brother. But you’re still his wife? I know that you’re my real mate, even if you wouldn’t acknowledge it. Although, I didn’t know about this before, but after I left this pack to travel abroad to the humans city, I didn’t have any other mate, nor felt the mating bond. It reminded me that I was far away from home. My people, and I had to return home to help in building the pack and finding my real mate. What I hadn’t expected was that my real mate would be my younger brother’s wife,” Jack said at last, as he turned to look at Charlotte's face under the full m

I have to do everything within my power and right now to make sure this remains a buried impossibility. God. How did I end up in this mess in the first place? I never planned this or expected it at all in my life. This is just not how I expected my marriage to turn out. It's not even a week into my marriage and I am already having sex with my husband's brother, trying my best to cover up my tracks. How the hell did I end up in this pithole? This is not what I had in mind. This is totally not what I planned at all. Just how did I end up in this? It's all because of that…..that…..that…..

Until she left to further her studies. And most of all, she was more stunning than ever. “Wrong?” She laughed bitterly. “No, Marcus. Wrong is your fiancée spreading her legs for your brother while planning your wedding. Wrong is you pretending they don’t have something real between them...Fuck, they even have a child between them...” I swallowed hard, feeling the rage emanating from me. It was very hard to stay focused with her tits in my view. “What do you think would happen when your brother finds out about the child? You think he’d let go of her that easily?”

“This is precedent. If they wish to remain, they must settle debts, clear the family name, and remove themselves. Just like the Maranzano line. Didn’t what was left of that family marry, pay, and leave quietly?” Rosalia’s eyes glistened but she remained soundless. “Keep my sister’s name out of your worthless mouth!” someone thundered from the East side of the table, as his fist struck the table. “Oh, spare us,” The Bulgarian sneered. “She married into an Arab family and disappeared. And her stupid stepbrother came crawling back with his tail between his legs –” “You slumbag!” Insults burst like gunfire across the assembly. “You don’t speak for my family!”

My younger brother who lied to me about needing a transplant and because of that, I ended up in a contract with Larry Jonathan. A contract marriage that led us here. Because of Marvin, I ended up growing feelings for a man who didn't want me, a man who thought little of me. Because of my younger brother's scam, I fell in love with the wrong man.

I would hate to have an insufferable mother-in-law. I still have unresolved trauma associated with the abrupt end of my relationship with Thorne, I never really got revenge on him for lying to me, and cheating on me. And not just that, now, I am supposed to marry his brother and be his sister-in-law? I paused. Everything sinking into me. Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe getting married to his brother might not be a bad idea. I could get my revenge by showing him what he is missing, the only problem was that he never really found me attractive to begin with.

"How long are you gonna drag this out? It's already a mess. What's done is done. Move on." The second the door clicked shut behind him, Eric snapped. "You had no right to touch her!" Shelby shifted sideways, effortless. "Eric!" Briana grabbed his arm, trying to hold him back. "What are you doing? Isn't it better that Lena's married now?" He snapped on her instantly, yanking free. "Shut up! You think this is okay?! If it weren't for your genius bride-swap idea, none of this would've happened!" Briana staggered back, face draining, eyes glassy. "I did it for us. For you..."

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

"The family estate was gone the moment Father died, Bridget. You were just too busy choosing bridesmaid dresses to look at the bank statements." "You used me," Bridget said, stepping closer, her hand dropping into her pocket to touch the folded wire receipt. "You let me throw a tantrum at that lounge because you wanted Declan to see me as a liability. You wanted him to pick you." Sloane looked at her, her voice dropping into that flat, dangerous rhythm from the kitchen. "I wanted my brother to have a heartbeat by the end of the winter. If that makes me a monster to you, I can live with that."

He was my brother, she was his wife, and whatever happened inside their marriage wasn't supposed to be mine to touch. That was the story, anyway. The truth was uglier. It wasn't respect. It was cowardice, and every year I stayed silent, Natalie paid for it. I pressed a hand over my mouth. Because I wasn't only thinking about my brother's betrayal. I was thinking about her. I had loved Natalie before Daniel ever asked her to dinner. I had never said it, not to her, not to him, not even to myself in so many words. I had watched her fall for someone else and told myself the silence was the honorable thing.