Romans & histoires My Brother My Wife

He stopped, and his hand went up to massage his forehead. “What I am trying to say here is that I am sorry that happened to you. But we shouldn’t be doing this. That whore is no good, no good woman would sleep with brothers.” “You just called your wife a whore.” I calmly took my hands out of my pocket, and laced them in front of me. “Because that is what she is!” he said harshly. “And I’d be damned to let a woman like that come between us. We are brothers and I need you.”

Dante didn’t want to hold it against him, but it was difficult sometimes. Especially now, he wondered if Elijah knew about him and Hana. Dante swallowed and smiled faintly. “Ryan would kill me.” “I’ve told him already,” Elijah said. “It’s settled then.” Hana dropped her gaze. Her stomach twisted. So this was it. She’d say yes to one brother while the one she couldn’t stop loving stood next to him on the altar. Her heart squeezed with an indescribable pain. “Excuse me,” she said quietly. “I need the restroom.”

My mind raced, and my heart pounded so hard I was surprised Leo didn't hear it. I kept my voice calm and steady, though. Eva was always confident. So I had to pretend to be confident, too. “I wasn't sure whether I should knock,” I said. “I didn't want to presume.” “You're my wife,” Leo protested. “Well, yes,” I agreed, “but we don't really know each other, do we?” “I guess we don't,” Leo said. His face fell as if what I said saddened him.

he licked his lower lips. My pulse roared in my ears and the room spun around me; This can’t be happening, The memory of that night slammed into me; blurred faces, heavy breathings and moans. It was Aldric’s brother. Panic clawed at my throat; If he said a word to Aldric; if Aldric finds out about this, my family is finished. “Adrian, listen,” I cut in quickly, forcing my trembling voice into something steady, “You must be mistaken. I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I won't let you talk to me in that manner, I'm your brother's wife. Show some respect.”

“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.

The night we get married, Hugo Lambert caresses the burn on my shoulder and says, "They said you risked your life to go into the fire and save Hayden back then. I didn't believe them, but now it seems like they were telling the truth." He smiles bitterly. "So, in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a stand-in for him." Before I can explain, he silences me with a kiss. After a night of passion, I just assume he's jealous and teasing me. But after that night, Hugo starts seeing other women and never comes home again. Even when my father, Bernard Colgan, is on his deathbed, Hugo is still spending the night with his mistress, Janelle Langdon. I call him for the first time in three years. "Hug

Two months ago "You are going to be a father," that sweet voice of my wife makes me freeze. The image of my younger brother dances in front of my eyes. Am I the one who deserve to be the father of her child? Shouldn't he be the one? Doesn't this mean that I cheat on him with his love? I look at my wife and she looks at me expectantly, a shy smile on her face. This is the same woman because of whom my brother killed himself and she thinks that she will get happiness? I will make sure that she will never be happy...

"How did you know I wanted that?" "Adriana liked it and so do you." Which reminded her, After placing an order, she asked Nathan something that had been on her chest since they went shopping. "Did Adriana have siblings?" Ema quizzed. "Yes. She did." Nathan replied, pondering on why Ema would ask him that. "Are...they alive?" "Adriana had a twin brother but he's dead." Ema had a flash of the boy flying out of the window.

Amory’s husband says as he stares at her and my brother dancing from the chair next to me. “It’s my brother, why would it? I dunno about you and your brother, but my brothers would never cross that line”! I said as I shook my head at him. “Only you would be jealous of your wife having a better relationship with your own brother than you do”. “No she doesn’t”, he argues clearly in denial.

I put my hands on my ears, didn't wanna hear all the bad words that were being thrown by guys at each other. Sure I used them but sometimes and not this easily like they were saying it as if nothing. "Aww, seems like your wife isn't loving this." The stepbrother tried to touch me but I would kill him before letting his hand even graze my hand. "Keep distance, mister." My spouse smiled before coming toward me and holding his brother from the collar.