Married To The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

I needed all the truth that I could get to ensure that we got to the root of this matter. "Alpha" he immediately stood up to greet me as soon as I entered. "Sit. Now tell me everything you had told the Luna" I said to him and he sat down solemnly, as if controlled. "My brother and his wife had a rocky marriage but I knew that they loved each other very much. They were mates and have always been best of friends. It wasn't surprising to any of us when they got the confirmation but my brother fell into the wrong crowd and gambled away most of their earnings. They started having trouble and then, added that they couldn't have a child of their own. My brother once confided in me that he thought t

“This is my girlfriend. Nova and I are together.” The words landed heavy, final, deliberate. My pulse skipped at hearing them out loud, even though I knew it was all performance. Bruno barked out a laugh, bitter and harsh. “You’ve got to be joking. You’re dating my ex?” He turned to his mother, searching for backup. “Tell me you don’t approve of this.” Margaret set her teacup down with delicate precision. “I didn’t say I approved. But your brother is free to bring home whoever he chooses.”

My darling big brother could call it whatever he wanted , a marriage, a match made in heaven but it was none of those things. He had fucking sold my hand in marriage to a man I had never even met. A man that was rumoured to be worse than even my father and for what? Some deal that had gone wrong? A partnership? Never in all my years had I hated my brother. He was meant to be the best of The Family. An honourable man and he had fucking sold me. But if Gio thought I was going to give up my freedom because he had declared I had to , he had another thing coming.

He gave a single nod. A dry, humorless laugh escaped my lips. This was insane! Out of all the men in the world, why him?! Of all people, why did I end up marrying Demetri—Marcus’ own brother? Oh god! Demetri was originally supposed to be my brother-in-law, and Marcus was meant to be my husband. But somehow, things got completely flipped, and now Demetri is my husband while Marcus is my brother-in-law?! How on earth did this happen? What kind of ridiculous twist is this?!

"You are right. I should have killed him. I will find him and burn him inside his house, along with his camera. I promise you, brother. " I scoffed, shaking my head. "I told you to stay away from her, didn't I? I told you years ago to let her go. That includes not stalking her. But you don't listen, do you?" I inquired, feeling the old familiar mix of disgust and pity for my brother. I walked towards the exit, then paused, turning back to look at Flynn. He was still staggering, lost in his own intoxicated world. "And cut that bullshit about you being her husband," I snarled. "I was still married to her when you guys did that flash marriage, or whatever you call it. So that marriage is invali

She felt the heat of his touch long after he released her. “You don’t belong in spaces you don’t understand,” he said quietly. “Not yet.” The other brother appeared behind him then, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re hovering,” he remarked lightly. “I’m correcting,” her husband replied. “Looks like hovering.” Their eyes met, tension passing between them like a current. She stepped back instinctively, unsettled by the sense that she had wandered into something older and more complicated than a marriage gone wrong. That evening, dinner passed in controlled silence. Her husband spoke only when necessary. The other brother filled the gaps with casual conversation that felt deliberately p

My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke. “If this is part of the bloopers for the same-day edit video, this isn’t funny anymore,” I stammered out, my nervous laugh echoing through the church like something broken. “You don’t have to understand,” he said simply, his tone sharp and final. “You’re marrying me now.” “N-No!” My bouquet slipped from my trembling hands, petals scattering over the marble floor. “You’re a stranger! Someone, please—” I turned to my parents, my throat closing around their names. “Mom? Dad? Please help me stop this.”

Her mind was on the rich, handsome man, who now seemed to look even better than her husband. “I married the wrong brother,” Cassia said to herself. She had married Nathaniel for money and a soft life, but what she was experiencing was only half of what she had thought she would have—and now it looked like the better half was sitting right across from her.

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother I married the safe brother. Everyone said it. Jake was stable, successful, and boring in bed. His younger brother, Liam, was the opposite—wild, reckless, and built like a goddamn temptation sent straight from hell. I told myself I was immune to him. I lied every single day for the past three years.