Married To The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

I smiled the perfect smile, radiant smile of a brand-new wife. No one saw the way my thighs pressed together under layers of silk, trying to ease the throb. No one heard the silent scream inside me that sounded exactly like Damien’s name. And when we turned to face our guests, Damien was the first to clap, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine. I walked back down the aisle on my husband’s arm, Mrs. Aria Harrington in the eyes of the world. But every step echoed with the same truth: I’d just married the wrong brother…

“How about you marry me instead of my brother?” ‎“What!” I exclaimed. “Am I some prize money or commodity you can just pass around? You want me to marry you instead of your brother? Marriage isn’t some joke, Jace!” ‎“It’s not a joke, I know,” he said calmly. “But my brother is out of his senses right now, and—” ‎“What’s wrong with him?” I interrupted. ‎“It’s a long story, but—” ‎“I’d rather marry him and deal with his horrible personality than marry you.”

Mikhail never called to check up on him after he left, that night, even when he knew that Nathan was terrified of his older brother. It was the cruelest reality check. Elena now came first. Soon, they would get married, have kids and he'd be a reject. A bitter smile crossed his lips as resentment crept into his emotions, bitter and unforgiving. The Ivanov brothers both rejected him. It wasn't like he had an ounce of affection for Valentino, but it still hurt to be neither the first or second choice, but never considered. He flipped to his side, his eyes darting around the little homemade photocards of Mikhail he had kept over the years.

“Can you at least let me know what’s wrong?” “I’m surprised you don’t know,” she fired back instantly, but she stopped trying to leave. “What we are doing is wrong. I’m technically still married to your brother and now someone has seen us.” “You regret what happened.” The anger and concern that was written all over her face earlier seemed to disappear. “What we are doing is wrong,” her voice came out small but firm. “You want commitment and I’m not willing to give you that, to make it all worse I’m still your brother’s wife and now someone else is aware of what we have done.”

I close my eyes and let the heat wash away the exhaustion of the day. I don’t hear the door open. I don’t hear footsteps enter the room. And I definitely don’t realize that someone else has just walked into my suite. ⸻ Ethan Hale – POV Tonight has been a disaster. The party was suffocating. Too many fake smiles. Too many pointless conversations. But the worst part? The reminder of the woman my family arranged for me to marry. Selene. Just thinking about it irritates me. I step out of the elevator and walk down the quiet hallway toward my suite, loosening the collar of my shirt.

He had faced far worse questions in far worse situations, yet this simple one managed to catch him off guard. “She’s…” he began, then paused again. Eleanor watched him carefully with a smile glaring on her face. Theo cleared his throat and tried again. “She is… My brother’s wife.” The answer sounded stiff even to his own ears. A faint smile slowly appeared on Eleanor’s lips then quickly disappeared. Theo frowned slightly at that. “You hesitate too much for such a simple answer,” she said. Theo straightened. “I don’t see why this concerns you.” He gritted through his teeth.

There was too much going on, and Riley didn’t need to know everything right now. “Gwendolyn!! That’s your ex-husband’s brother.”

I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time. The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor. My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers. When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths. "Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered. Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made." They called

There are certain men a married woman knows she shouldn’t want. Her best friend’s husband. Her ex. Her boss. And definitely her husband’s younger brother. Unfortunately for me, knowing that didn’t stop a damn thing. I knew wanting Martin was wrong from the beginning. I knew exactly how fucked up it was to look at my brother-in-law and wonder what it would feel like to have him instead of my husband. But attraction doesn’t exactly ask permission before showing up. And Martin?

“You lost the right to use that word the second you dragged the Sterling name into total disgrace.” “I didn't do anything!” I cried, my chest heaving as panic seized my throat. “Julian deceived me! He spent months planning this! He stole my inheritance, he forged my signature, he used me!” “And yet, you married him,” Lucas countered, his voice a freezing current that shut down my defense. “You signed the documents. You allowed yourself to be manipulated like a fool. Why should the Sterling family suffer, why should our reputation be tarnished, just because you were too stupid to see through him?”