Romans & histoires My Fiance's Brother

He takes one look at the position I'm in with his brother and his face twists into this look that is somehow a cross between rage and disappointment and barely contained calm. "Well well well look what we have here. My girlfriend whoring herself out to my brother." I'm about to argue when he continues, " I don't want to hear this nonsense about how you and I are over. You are supposed to be my fiance and later wife not married to my brother. Which by the way is not convincing anyone. He didn't even buy you a ring." I flinch from his tone and look down at my hand. We've been so caught up in our own little bubble that we did not exchange rings. I ball my hands into a fist and look back at him.

I laughed, pushing her hand. "Fiance! You are just a fucking fiance and you have already hit her. The fuck! I am his unknown brother visiting her. Now that I see you! I won't let her marry a scumbag like you!" I roared, grabbing her hands away from the fucking furious and dangerous guy.

"Are you even looking at what you're saying? My brother would mind a lot if he heard it," "Oh your brother?" Farah turned towards Alizeh, who was sitting beside her, "Who happened to be my fiance-to-be?" "Fiance-to-be," Alizeh stressed, "apart from that my brother never accepted your proposal neither did he have any interest in doing that. You know that very well," "Yeah because this bitch came between us," "Are you-"

he asked me in a panicking voice. I nodded my head. “Yes, but don’t worry. He’s a good man. I just didn’t gave him a chance before.” “Who is that guy?” “His name is Brx. Brother of your fiancée.” It took him a while before answering. I almost shivered because of the coldness of his voice. “No, Fely. Don’t marry him.” “I don’t totally agreed to it but I’m thinking about it.” “No! Don’t dare to say yes to it!”

We both talked for almost a few hours before we said goodbye to each other because it was late and we had to go to sleep. He is Nigel Monteverde, my fiance, he is the son of Uncle Dark and Aunt Calliyah, he is also my brother's best friend so he used to be at home often until we became close and he started courting me. Everything was not easy for him because my brother was very protective.

I was so shocked to know the whole truth, and this man was so crazy because his half-brother was my fiance. “You know that I’m getting married to your brother.” “And you’re not marrying him.” "What?!"

I forced my eyes off the screen, to prevent me from getting any more engrossed in his appearance and looked at my brother. “And what am I supposed to do with this?” “That's Gabriel Martinez, your fiance.”

Someone he'd hate. And then it hit her. The perfect name. The one person whose existence Marcus resented more than anyone. "Damien Cross," she said clearly. "I've been sleeping with Damien Cross." The lie hung in the air, enormous and impossible to take back. Marcus's face went white, then red. "You….my uncle? You're saying you've been fucking my uncle?" Uncle. Right. She'd forgotten that detail in her panic. Damien Cross wasn't just her opposing counsel. He was Marcus's estranged uncle, the self-made billionaire the family pretended didn't exist because he'd embarrassed them by actually working for his money.

"And why shouldn't I think about things, Tangi? Dad has nothing to say, he's calm, because he likes Luther Valleje for you. But not me. Even though I also know Luther, I prefer to meet him first not just as a businessman but as your brother. Come on, Tangi, even if you're already twenty-nine, you can't just do whatever comes to your mind. Marriage first. Marriage." I wonder how they'll react when they find out that something happened between Rozzean and me? And not just once? "Brother, as you said, I'm already twenty-nine, I'm old. Please, stop it. Also, I don't have any feelings for Luther. We're just friends." There was sudden silence on the other end. "Grecion?" I sat up and leaned back,

"You're so much more than that." The words hit me like a sledgehammer, cracking the wall of anger I had so carefully built around myself. Was it possible that he truly saw me as more than just a plaything? A spark of hope ignited in my chest, a warmth that I hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. But since you said you don't know, please clean up properly because my fiance is coming. "Your fiance?" I whispered, my eyes wide with shock. Mr. Harrison nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes," he said, his voice firm. "Mr. Luca is my brother."