Novel & Cerita My Brothers Wife

As if he wasn't harboring feelings for someone else all along. Lifting my chin defiantly, I said, "Yes, Logan. I can't forget your brother. The only reason I married you was to be closer to him." Logan's face crumpled, and tears welled up in his eyes. So he cried because I, a stand-in, had rejected him. How pathetic. He grabbed my arm, dragging me toward his car. "Logan, let go of me!" I shouted. "No. You're my wife! I'm just taking you home."

“Emily, we the Spencer’s have wronged you. We only discovered yesterday that you were drugged too that night you ended in bed with Erick. We completely misunderstood you. I promise I will be the best mother-in-law to you going forward.” Everyone gasps at her words. The witch is making it seem like I am still married to her monster son. “Mother-in-law?” Kanye asks, his eyes blazing. “Woman, please. You and your family drugged my sister into ending up in bed with your son. You forced her into an abusive marriage by threatening to kill her friends and foster parents. You caused her miscarriage twice. You discarded her like trash and had the media harass her. You don’t qualify to speak to my sis

“Marry the bastard son of Walter Enterprises and well, I will consider asking my husband to save your little brother's life.” “Getting your brother to do a Lung transplant will be much better. Of course, you know how costly it is going to take to have it done?” She said, narrowing her eyeballs. Isabella’s brows twitched. Surely she knew of Walter Enterprises and infact had heard of the Walter bastard son but never knew him personally. “But mummy, I don't wish to get married now…” “Then I take it you do not wish to save your brother.” Mrs Rhoda Bennett retorted.

she added, her voice laced with sadness. My heart clenched at her words, “I am sorry,” “It is fine. After Noah moved out, I guess he kind of motivated his brother too,” she said. Brother? I was confused; from what I had known about Noah, he had only one brother, well, a stepbrother, and that was Roland Conrad. “I am sorry, but brother?” I felt foolish, I was his wife and didn’t seem to know anything about the man that I called my husband.

, Her brother’s voice was clear and steady and for some reason, made her feel much better, even though she couldn’t exactly place why she wasn’t feeling great initially. “Hey Doc, how was your surgery?”, she asked as she always did when her brother had to go into the operating room. “Great actually. The patient is awake and speaking, no complications ma’am”, he answered lightheartedly, and Elara smiled. “Good, congrats. Have you spoken to Mom?” “Yes, I have. Heard about your little hysteria”, Elias chuckled and Elara groaned. “I was worried, okay? Sue me”. “I get you, love”, he was still laughing. “How was your test? Did you eventually study the section on morality?” Elias was very invested

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?

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.

Over time, I realized: isn't he just a typical example of the 'brother-pampering' syndrome and a parasite? And then, just a few days ago, Finn finally proposed. Lily was thrilled. She took credit for his success, claiming it was all her hard work that made it happen. She turned to me, beaming with excitement. "Darling, my brother's getting married soon. But the bride's family won't agree to the marriage without a house. We still have that empty one, right? Why don't we give it to him?" It wasn't a suggestion; it was a decree. She wasn't asking; she was telling me what had already been decided. She was informing me, as though I had no say in the matter.

"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 last time I heard that I ended up making out with my husband's brother. ~~~~