My Fiance's Brother Novels & Stories

we both asked in unison. She bites her bottom lip and I didn't miss the look that she gave to Daniel who's frowning behind her. "You know each other?" He asked the two of us. "You know him?" I also asked her, moving my eyes from her then to Daniel. "Uhm.. he's actually my brother." "Ohh..." I said in a really shocked state. What a small world we are in? My fiance and future husband is the brother of one of my trusted friends since college. The person whom I shared all of my secrets and stories is none other than the younger sister of the person whom I will borrow a last name two weeks from now.

I scolded myself. “How is that your fucking business about where I take my fiancee to?" I gritted my teeth as I tried to maintain the emotions that combust inside me. “Your fiancee?" He scoffed, and a grin released from his lips. “She isn't your girlfriend this time, but your fiancee? What do you think you are doing to her?" “What do you think you are doing, Mark?" Her sister seethed, moving closer to him, trying to pull him away but he released himself from her grip.

I pull my hand immediately and put distance between us. That felt…wrong. Very wrong. I clear my throat and choose to ignore it. “It's fine. Angelo, this is Vincent, my brother-in-law. Vincent, This is my sister's fiancé, Angelo.” Angelo scoffs bitterly, his shoulders drooping. “Ex fiance, you mean.”

It's impossible for him to see beyond my make-over that night. Seeing him up-close, he really doesn’t resemble my son. They’re just different in many ways. “Done checking me out? How about we go now? Time is running,” he declared. I unconsciously sighed before following him from behind. “I wonder what’s so good about you that my brother will risk his life to protect you,” he stated. “I’m his fianceé.” “Nobody said you aren’t, Leigh. And that’s not what I am talking about.” “Then that’s your problem,” I declared. He suddenly stopped walking and faced me.

Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you." Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze. "My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is even worse. Maybe we should consult a fortune-teller."

Comments poured in fast underneath. I leaned in, reading some out loud. "Wait, didn't he date her sister Jasmine? What happened there?" Another one. "Ava is glowing. So happy for them." Someone I knew from a past client tagged me in the comments. "Jasmine Reed, is this real? You two were together forever." Diana scrolled faster. "More coming in. 'Wait, the sister? This is messy.' Not mean exactly, but careless. Like they are watching a show. Your name is nowhere in the official post, but everyone who knew you both is tagging you now."

"Good. He does not deserve your attention." "Angela told me something today. About focusing on the life I am building instead of the life I left behind." "Smart woman." "She really is. I am lucky to have her." We spent the evening planning our wedding. Small, intimate, meaningful. Just the people we loved most. "What about your father?" I asked Benjamin. "Should we invite his side of the family?" "My father is dead. And his side of the family are vultures who only cared about money. I do not want them there."

I knew the former Special Forces Roberts brother had married a previous FBI agent. My brother, Jett, kept me updated on Roberts family news since he had been a teammate of Marcus's for several years. He had mentioned the unlikely pair of lovers once or twice. "I am Sophia Bennett. My sister is the reason your husband is not home right now." Christine nodded toward the cabin. "Come in, please. I will get you something warm to drink. You look like you are freezing."

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”