Romans & histoires My Fiance's Brother

“Fuck you. I can’t go through do that. Knowing her father and Jasper are power-hungry, I feel like I’m gonna fail her again. I won’t let it happen.” “Then you made the right decision.” “I hope so. I hope she’s not a pain in the ass.” “Can’t be just you, brother. It should be one way or another.” “Fuck you. Get out before I run away and never show up on my wedding fucking day.” “It’s fine by me. I will be marrying your fiancee.” An utmost overpowering outrage gripped me. The words marrying and fiancee in one sentence made me see red. An unfamiliar possessiveness shocked me that even my own brother I wanted to wring his neck.

I am in no place to criticize since I was in that place before I met Nathalie, that is. He laughed when Nathalie rolled her eyes at me when I was trying to feed her broccoli. The audacity of my brother to laugh when his fiance was ignoring him since they came to this restaurant! I glanced at his fiance, who was silently eating her meal. I wish she'd be close with Nathalie since my woman doesn't have many friends. I looked into her background when Abuelo asked me about Brian's new fiancee. Though I was going to throw the task to Clinton, I could not, as Abuelo personally asked me.

THE REBOUND BRIDE: Billionaire Damian Voss Marries His Late Brother’s Flame. My fingers shook as I scrolled down. The article was a nightmare. It claimed Damian was using his dead brother’s woman to cure his grief, or worse, that we had been sneaking around behind Alex’s back before the accident. The comments section below it was already exploding with thousands of shares. People were calling me a ruthless gold digger. They were calling Damian heartless and disrespectful to Sophia’s memory. "I didn't tell anyone," I said immediately, my voice cracking as I looked up at him. "Damian, I swear to you. I haven't even spoken to my friends since I moved here. I haven't left the house."

"Don't make me regret pulling you out of that car." "Answer the question. I'm invested." "Vanessa is my fiancée," I said. "I'm taking her on a date. That's all." His eyes moved around the cinema. "And the part where you've been chasing her sister like a seasonal illness?" "I'm over Rhea." His head snapped back like he'd been hit. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say you're over Rhea. Which is not possible." I gave him a steady look. "I did. I'm over her."

I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to be heard by those who were outside. “Not until you tell me what's going on,” he growled. “Tell me, Michelle. What's the plan here? Why did you come back a few days after our break up?” “What does my marriage with your brother have to do with you?!” I shot back. “You can't marry Kieran,” he frowned. “You belong to me, not him.” I scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. “You called off our wedding to marry my best friend. I have all the right in the world to move on,” I defended.

“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.

Somehow, he found his brother's comment amusing. "Gosh, now you admit you're her husband?" he teased openly. He enjoyed it when Ashton got worked up like this. "Yesterday you didn't want to admit it. Should I announce to everyone that Alice is my girlfriend? Besides, it seems people would believe I make a better pair with Alice, bro. In terms of looks, I'm handsomer, right?" Ashton smirked. Needless to say, he didn't agree with what his brother had just said. "No matter how handsome you are, if you don't have a girlfriend, it's pointless. Handsome wasted. Better give me a cat."

A crazy marria. I halted my thoughts and frowned. "My brother is literally checking out another guy, he does not even care about my wedding" I said in a rushed whisper. Kelsie rose her perfectly carved brows "Do you even care about your own wedding?" "I care, more than you can ever imagine" I turned my attention back to my brother "But I didn't know Kaleb was.... I mean...I don't know if...." Kelsie traced my eyes with her gaze and knitted her brows. "Dude, that's not even a guy beside him"

The brown-eyed guy said teasingly. “You can only destroy an image if the person has a good image,” Fiona retorted, “But it’s something that you don’t have my dear brother.” “Brother?” It was me this time who was surprised. Fiona smiled at me but frowned at the brown-eyed guy. “Yes, as much as I hate,” Fiona began to say, “He is my brother.” “Your handsome brother,” the brown-eyed guy said, correcting his sister. “Just brother,” Fiona replied. “Here, you need to eat something first,” Fiona added.

"Um...why not? He is not a rando. He was my professor. I just said that, remember? Besides, Jacob is single, so what's the problem?" Grinning, I gave Michael the side-eyes. "Yeah, babe. What's the problem? My brother needs to have someone to have fun with, so why not let him pick up that handsome man in a suit? They look cute together, don't you think?" I looked at him expectantly. Michael cleared his throat. "But what about Francis?" Ah, Francis. You didn't care about him while shoving your tongue down my brother's throat, and now all of a sudden, you remember him? Tsk Tsk Tsk.