My Brother My Wife Novels & Stories

My soul left my body the moment I saw his face, but what broke me entirely was the words from my husband: “Mi Vida, my half-brother Nicholas Ace.” My breath seized, the world stopped spinning, and he had a damn smile on his face, like he had not just fucked me minutes ago. My husband’s half-brother is my secret lover.

"She dressed up, was sexy and all, in the good mood that screams 'fuck me, daddy'." My chest tightens. I hate that I feel this way when my brother talks about his wife in vulgar ways. I should be proud, or at least happy for him, right? But no matter how hard I try, it just doesn't seem to be happening. I try my best to ignore my innermost feelings though, and that works to a certain degree. "All of a sudden," he continues, "she began acting weird, asking where I spent my previous Valentines. Talking about our long-forgotten anniversary..." He stops whining, something else coming to mind. "And why are you here?"

Me: leave me the fuck alone TBROTHER:why when you can't Even stand up for yourself why should I leave you alone huh.?, Me: I'm not related to you so fucke off. TBROTHER: wrong we are related brother in law you're my sisters man forget that.? Me: You took my woman what's wrong with you,.? TBROTHER: no I didn't she was available and made for me so i took what's mine heard that.? Me: she's mine dammit if I can't get her no one else will.

It annoyed me that she's married to my brother of all people. The passionate night we had flashed in my head again, our kisses, our naked bodies, the feel of us together, my hands running over her soft body as we kissed passionately until exhaustion took over. I couldn't help but remember how she moaned softly when I bit her neck, I could feel myself getting harder at the memory. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, "it doesn't matter now, she's your brother's wife." I murmured to myself before taking a deep breath and going back outside.

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.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

The way his laughter drew me in, how he effortlessly made me feel alive, the intensity of his stares that sent shivers down my spine, his touches that left me trembling in the best wa possible. Maya cleared her throat, snapping me back to the room. "Okay, what just happened, Lena? Are you already daydreaming about your mystery man? Are you gonna tell me who he is or not?" She insisted, her tone playful yet persistent. "Well, there's nothing much to tell, Maya. He's just my boss's brother. He returned to the country a few weeks ago and now works at the company. He knows I'm married, though, and it doesn't bother him so—"

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

A cold dread seeped into my bones as the words echoed in my mind. C-contract marriage? My knees nearly gave out. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the couch. No. That's not possible. My brother…my brother is trying to snatch my wife, my woman. That snake. That bastard. He has always snatched everything from me, and now, my wife? “NO!” I screamed, slamming my phone to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces, my chest burning with rage. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing in agitation.

“Brother.” The word felt like a slap to my face. And a harsher realization dawned on me. My supposed mate… is my husband’s brother?