My Brothers Wife Novels & Stories

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

Outside, Isabella halted and expelled the breath she didn't know she was holding for so long. She was angry about how Douglas spoke of her brother but she still couldn't understand why her sister remained in her husband's office while she left. “No, I must have seen wrong…” she tried to convince herself. But the moment at her wedding flashed before her eyes again. As she trudged along the marble floors to her office, the scenes both at her wedding and the minutes ago chased her. How could any of those have been a mere coincidence? Douglas with her sister? No, it couldn't be. Evelyn had no inkling of love for Douglas. To her, he was only but a mere bastard son of Walter.

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.”

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...

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.

“All of my brothers’ and cousins’ wives are my protective charms. I’ve got to stay on their good side. When the boys bully me, I just have to say a word to the wives, and they’ll deal with them for me. “In our family, the wives are the real ones you can’t mess with. Every one of them carries weight when they speak. You can complain all you want to the lads, but when it comes to their wives? There’s no complaining or arguing. “You’ve got to be gentle and respectful. Treat them well, and the men will treat me well. They’re all devoted to their wives and absolutely whipped. You should understand what that means.” Sheila laughed. “I do. I definitely understand.” After all, she had known Alex for

brother. Every picture has an intimate scene of my wife and my brother. suddenly my phone pinged indicating that I have a message, I opened the message quickly to only read. 'This picture shows how slutty your wife is. you went to United Kingdom and here she is enjoying with your brother not even that see the medical reports which clearly shows that your wife has batted her illegitimate child with your precious little brother and even today she went for some medical procedure without anyone's knowledge.' Reading it my blood boiled as I clenched my teeth and making a tight fist of my palm then another message popped up on the screen but this time it shows a video instead of text coming from t