My Fiance's Brother Odette Stone Novels & Stories

Less than an hour later a lady walked in and I immediately recognized her from her silhouette. Yilena Stone— my cousin's, Carter Stone's wife. She sat close to me and sooner than later we were engrossed in a very therapeutic conversation. I spoke about my Mother and her dreams. Offering her a space in the La Perle Noire was the least I could do. I doubt she knew she was having a heartfelt talk with the ‘Levi Reinhardt’. Not that I wanted her to be aware of it. It was confusing. All I know is that I wanted her to be optimistic about the things she was genuinely interested in and show that I was very supportive as well.

I nodded, throat tight. Nicole squeezed my hand. "That is what makes you a good one." The words hit harder than they should have because honestly I wasn't a good mother. Good mothers didn't abandon two of their children to save the third. Good mothers didn't spend three years hiding in the countryside while their other babies grew up without them. But I didn't say any of that. Instead, I smiled and changed the subject. "Tell me about this friend of yours. Jasmine." Nicole's face lit up again and she launched into a story about how Jasmine and her fiancé met, some romantic tale involving a coffee shop and a misplaced wallet.

Every soul held still, waiting on the word of Chicago's underworld Godfather. "Father Antonio," Alessandro said, voice low and final, "begin the ceremony." Isabella stared at her husband, devastated. Alessandro didn't even glance her way. Father Antonio stepped back onstage, hands trembling. His voice crackled through the mic. "Witnesses, tonight we bear witness to the engagement of Mr. Dante Falcone and Miss Giulia De Luca." Dante's hand gripped mine—warm, steady. Not like Marco's empty heat. This felt real.

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

She’s the closest thing I have to a sister, constant, loyal, annoyingly perceptive and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. “So, when do you get to see him?” she asked when our conversation drifted back to Luca. “In five days’ time, I hope.” “Well, that’s something. And his brother? Are we going to keep pretending like you and Damien aren’t… y’know… into something?” “Eww, Mary! That’s disgusting...he’s my fiancé’s older brother.” I’d completely forgotten I told her about Damien, the awkwardness between us, how unsettling his presence was, and how hard I’d been trying to act normal around him. Naturally, Mary had blown everything out of proportion, insisting we probably liked each other but wer

* I thought. My eyes were glued to the woman standing in front of me, she was wearing a feminine floral dress, she was about 5'6 tall and has tanned skin, a very rare skin tone yet it suits her well. Especially those beautiful coloured grey eyes of hers. It was damn beautiful. I licked my lips and pressed them. I was trying hard to ignore the mate bond. "Brother, this is Lenna Hayes, my girlfriend," Rhone smiled before he continued, "And, Lenna, this is Remus, my brother."

She was more affected by Olivie’s actions than Adalene herself. “Admit it.” she sighed, wistfulness in her very being. “I... even I couldn’t believe it. Him. This. How could any woman not be jealous?” “I admit, my Lady, I am jealous, too,” Odette confessed in a soft voice as she cut the strips of gauze she was going to cover her cut with. “I would love to dream of a knight or a baron falling in love with me and show that love with every part of their being just like the Baron does with you. I have seen the same with my brother and his wife. He loves her very much. I dream of something like it.”

"Is that okay?" "Doesn't it seem a bit too lively? Should I shoot it once more just to be certain it's dead?" Dante kicked one of the bodies, a man whose face I recognized—Vicky, one of my father's closest friends and longtime business partner. "Must we waste another bullet? Bullets are quite costly these days," Matteo replied, clicking his tongue disapprovingly as he glanced back at his brother. Their insensitive conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth, a growing disgust for their lack of regard for human life. They spoke of these people as if they were mere objects.

"If she’s looking for a reunion, she can check the obituary section. I have zero interest in a deathbed reconciliation." "You’re really going to do it?" Lionel asked, his eyes narrowing behind his lenses. "You’re going to stomp on a dying woman’s final wish and abandon her after everything? That’s cold, even for you." "I never abandoned Odette," I shot back, my voice rising in a rare flash of heat. "Odette abandoned me. She made her choice three years ago, and she chose the Ashford fortress over me every single time. If she wants to be surrounded by people she loves on her way out, she has our mother and Christopher to hold her hand. She’ll be fine."

Feeling his warmth, our mating bond thrumming between us, it took me a long moment to remember that we had been fighting. Meanwhile, nearby, Odette pushed herself to her feet. She stared at me like I had personally offended her, jealous fire raging in her eyes. Grayson had come to my rescue, not hers, even though we had been standing beside each other. Had Odette thought it should have been different? She had spent the last several minutes telling me how she and Grayson were just old friends and how he and I were perfect for each other. But right now, she looked at me like she wished my hair would fall out.