Romans & histoires Married To The Wrong Brother

I couldn’t let this marriage fail, not with Simon looming in the background, ready to say “I told you so.” Jeez, I’m definitely going to lose it. I’ve been with two brothers. Sure, Simon and I hadn’t been together since I married Tom, but that didn’t make it sound any less insane. How did I end up here? How am I married to two men who just happen to be brothers?

"They'll kill her if you don't give in to their demands." She was right, and I knew it. I had dragged her into this situation, forcing her into a marriage with me by contract. Moreover, memories of the only two nights we had spent together were still etched in my mind. But the revelation that I had a brother left me completely disoriented. This had to be some kind of mistake. "Okay, let's go with the plan," I finally conceded, aware that we needed to take action. The right word for this moment is that I am extremely pissed off.

“I need scotch.” Ken said to the bar man. The meeting had gone better than he expected. Just wearing a wedding band on his finger had sealed him million dollars deal. If only he could go ahead and divorce his wife to regain his freedom, but he needed to keep up the act. Dominic wouldn’t work with anyone who wasn’t a family man. Sealing the deal was only the beginning. He knew that, and that was why he had to remain a married man.

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

In his brother’s bathroom where he had slammed me against the mirror and nearly fucked me. ‘Why are you marrying him? He’s a beast. You should be with me,’ he had said. He had begged me to marry him instead and when I turned him down, he had packed his bags and fucked off to Europe. For five years. Five years of his absence like he’s punishing me. In all the years I’ve been married to Ansel, all the years I’ve suffered his abuse, I’ve sometimes imagined Axel sweeping back to save me. I’ve dreamt about him, willed him to return and save me. I wanted to tell him: ‘You were right. Your brother’s a beast. I made the wrong choice. I should’ve married you instead.’

“My brother’s wife is cheating on him.” “What?” I say, startled. The smile on his face makes it even more confusing. “Long story,” he says, still smiling. “All you need to know is my brother is an asshole.” He pauses, then adds, “We all told him not to marry her, but he didn’t listen. She was very unkind to everyone, including my Charlotte.” My Charlotte. His wife. Charlotte, who is lovely to everyone. “Oh,” I say, not quite knowing how to respond.

"So… did you finally go out with Leo? His mother mentioned at the last dinner we had with the other old ladies that he was working up the nerve to ask you officially. After all these years of you pining after him! Can you believe it?" I froze, the piece of carrot turning awkwardly on my tongue, suddenly impossible to swallow. "No, Mom. I didn’t go out with him." She looked over, her eyebrows raised. "No? How come? I thought he was the one you've been planning to marry since you were a kid. What happened?" His older brother happened. The one who was sitting right there in the dining room with my dad and brother, acting completely normal, as if he hadn’t been inside me less than twenty four ho

“That's very strange seeing that we may have just made the biggest mistake of our life.” “You think so?” His fork paused on the way to his mouth. “This is going to work, trust me.” “You know it’s not going to stop your asshole of a brother from doing what he wants with Caroline.” “I’ll tell you something,” he said. “The first in time prevails. We got married first. I'm going to keep my position as the heir and well, you're my wife.” “I do not want to be your wife.” “But you also do not want to lose your inheritance. Trust me, this is a good shot. All we have to do is prove it's real and make everyone believe us.”

’ I hissed, pulling myself out of his hold as he burned me. “No, please; you don’t understand.’ His cheek still had the red handprint from when I slapped him. ‘I swear to you, it’s not whatever you think it is. I did not deceive you.’ ‘Really? Didn’t you? So tell me, Elias, how the hell did I end up married to you and pre-…” I stopped before I could tell him I was still carrying his baby. He betrayed whatever love I thought we had the moment he got her pregnant, and now, I learn I might have married the wrong brother. That I might have fallen in love with the wrong brother years ago

One mistake. One small mistake and her life had changed. Marie stared at the contract papers. That was it, it was done. She was officially a wife again, except to the wrong man, to the wrong brother. “Here,” she said, handing Bruce the papers back. He looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as their fingers brushed. This was all wrong, she knew he felt it too, but it was too late. “So…” Bruce cleared his throat. “It's official.”