Novel & Cerita My Brothers Wife

The wife of the Montenegro brothers had escaped earlier that morning, and now the search party was scrambling to find her before nightfall. “Second brother, are you sure this is where she ran off to?” one of the men asked, his voice laced with both desperation and doubt. “I’m sure,” came the terse reply. “But we’ve searched everywhere!” another man protested. “It’s dark, and there’s no sign of her.”

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

"I stayed back because of you! River was already with you. I… I knew that having two people in a rut around you would be too much. It would have been dangerous for you, Debbie. I didn't want to hurt you. I stayed back because I wanted you to be safe. At least one at a time." I went quiet. He was making sense. It was exactly the kind of protective, selfless thing I knew they would do. But the image of Violeta on his lap was still burned into my brain. I swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotions from boiling over. "Listen, Rain. It doesn't change the facts. I am your brother’s wife. I’m not yours. We aren't partners. We ain’t nothing. Just in-laws. You and River... you’ll eventually get your

I had just arrived at the office when I received a call from one of my wife's colleagues. "Mr. Brooks, we haven't been able to reach Dr. Lawson at all," he said urgently. "Her younger brother has suffered a sudden heart attack and needs immediate cardiac surgery. Can you get in touch with her?" The moment I heard something had happened to my brother-in-law, I forgot all about work and rushed straight to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling my wife again and again, but she never answered.

He shook his head, imploring me to be silent when heads were raised, when they sensed my presence. I stood, not knowing whether I were to wave a hand or tell them to go on with their work. His hands went around my back. “ This is Nina Samantha. My wife.” I stiffened, he noticed it because his hands tightened even harder like he didn't want me to fight it, but I wasn't. I was just stunned at what he had said. We were divorced. “ Nina, these are my brothers.” Brothers, he had called them. They weren't friends, weren't men, they were his brothers.

left doubts and questions in my mind. Why the sudden 'sister'? Was she trying to reveal something? I carefully walked down the stairs in my revealing dress, my boobs bouncing. Jayden loved red, revealing dresses on his lover. “Your wife,” Brooke said, raising his brow at me. “Your wife as how?” I asked, stunned, frozen in my tracks. Why did he call me his brother’s wife? Jayden drew my waist close and placed a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds—I was timid.

August gave her a bottle of water; he took a sip and said, "When we were at the wedding, the pastor who was officiating talked about putting your wife as the first priority. When you asked me to fetch my sister, we were about to go to the airport, but I had to cancel our trip. She felt that I took her feelings for granted. So, we went for counseling, but in the middle of the counseling, my sister called me. She told me that she was outside our house, and I asked my wife to go back home. My wife took my daughter and left the country. She is currently in Australia with her friend, Mia. Brother-in-law, my marriage is falling apart, and I have no one to blame but myself." His brother-in-law was

The surrounding guests crowded in, pointing and whispering. Celeste instantly switched to a pitiful act, eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you all for coming to my wedding today. This woman showed up uninvited to seduce my husband on our wedding day." I raised my head furiously and screamed. "You're lying! I'm Alexander Sterling's sister!" Celeste's expression twisted with fury, her body swaying as if she might collapse. "You're the liar! My sister-in-law has showered me with gifts — houses, cars, you name it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to call yourself my sister-in-law!"

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.