Romans & histoires My Brother My Wife

“I don’t care about things that don’t exist.” “I beg your pardon?” “You heard me correctly,” His brow perked, “My brother has no legacy.” The urge to slap him again filled her terribly, “How dare you. How dare you come in here and— “I’ll repeat myself,” Cutting her off, “Your husband has no legacy. You failed to provide the family with an heir. All Maximof left is a load of baggage and a widow no one wants, I’m doing you a favor by wanting to take you in.”

Victor still hadn’t noticed me standing there, trembling like a fool outside the door. He whispered her name like a vow. She cupped his cheek like she’d waited her whole life for this moment. My husband and my sister tangled together in my family’s home. On her very bed. The moan that escaped Naomi was soft and sinful, the kind of sound I used to dream of pulling from him. But that fantasy was never mine, was it? He was never mine. I stepped back, heart slamming against my ribs, and the wooden floor creaked beneath my heel.

“Well, though maybe with his wife, he’s sweeter.” I giggled because it was the first time I saw my husband blushing. He punched Rick’s shoulder lightly. “Oh, come on!” “Well, it’s true. Among the four of us, my eldest brother is the sweetest. I’m so glad he found his soulmate.” “Thank you, Rick.” I beamed because all of Edward’s brothers were great. They accepted me as their sister-in-law with no hesitation. ***

She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state. — What is it? she asked, feigning an interest she didn’t entirely feel. — Nathan, my twin brother, is finally coming back! His enthusiasm was palpable. It was as if he was becoming a teenager again just by saying that name. — He returned after spending years traveling abroad. I haven’t seen him in a while, and he has changed a lot. Léa squinted, trying to gather her memories. Nathan. That name floated in her mind like an old, blurry photo, never really seen. She knew he was Thomas's twin, but their paths had never crossed.

“Correction…stepbrother. Which, if we’re being honest, is not even the same thing.” I gawked at her. “Excuse me? He lives under the same roof as me. He’s my mom’s husband’s son. That’s as brother as it gets.” She tilted her head, studying me like she was a scientist examining a very suspicious specimen. “Mmm. I don’t know, Vianne. Most people don’t get flustered every time their ‘brother’ walks into a room.” She even did air quotes around the word brother. “I don’t get flustered!” I said a little too quickly.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Saul queried angrily. "That is not right," Aunt Victoria said as she looked between the brothers. "Lucas, what on earth is going on here? Who is your wife, really? Denise or Kim?" "Denise is carrying my child," Lucas declared, placing a protective hand over Denise's trembling shoulder. "It is only proper that she wears it." Saul’s face turned red with anger "Take it off," he ordered. "Saul, you are my brother," Lucas snapped, leaning forward with frustration. "You should be supporting me!"

On the day my grandfather died, my wife Tamara Kelton broke my right index finger with her own hands. She grabbed my hand, forced a pen into my grip, and pressed it down onto the inheritance waiver. Blood smeared across the paper where my signature landed. "If you'd just agreed to sign, you wouldn't have had to go through all this." She dropped my hand, her tone flat. The bodyguards kept me on my knees in the mud. A few steps away, my young brother, Wyatt Ashcroft, stood with Tamara's oversized coat draped over his shoulders, our parents shielding him between them. Not a single drop of rain had touched him. With reddened eyes, he walked over and reached out to help me up.

he muttered. Eva looked at him with confusion. "What?" She asked. "I am not your brother in ... I mean, He is not your brother-in-law yet. He is your would-be brother-in-law. If he marries your sister that is" he muttered the last part almost inaudible. She wanted to ask what he said in the end, but she has bigger problems than that here. So she ignored it. "Alright. You are my would-be brother in laws best friend. I shouldn't have slept with you at all. It's a mistake" she said feeling distressed.

I seem to be backtracking on issues of no importance. My brother and I, got into an altercation the other day. He said some things that had me appalled and upset. He mentioned Tracy and how I was so blind to everything around me. I absolutely do not appreciate anyone claiming Tracy to be a deceitful adulterine. If anything, I deserve those harsh affirmations; not Tracy. I understand, this may upset you because, I'm speaking of my wife and—