My Husband's Brother Wants Me Novels & Stories

“Don’t say you want me, because I’ll never offer my body to you.” Excitement and challenge crosses his eyes for a moment before they slowly morph into something more feral. He tsks, “I’m no longer interested in your body, Maria, I want so much more.” “Humor me.” “I want more than what my brother has. I want your heart.” He states matter-of-factly. My eyes widen in surprise, “are you in love with me, your brother’s wife?” “I’m not.” He answers. God, this man is sick. Everyone in this family is sick.

As if he wasn't harboring feelings for someone else all along. Lifting my chin defiantly, I said, "Yes, Logan. I can't forget your brother. The only reason I married you was to be closer to him." Logan's face crumpled, and tears welled up in his eyes. So he cried because I, a stand-in, had rejected him. How pathetic. He grabbed my arm, dragging me toward his car. "Logan, let go of me!" I shouted. "No. You're my wife! I'm just taking you home."

A cold dread seeped into my bones as the words echoed in my mind. C-contract marriage? My knees nearly gave out. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the couch. No. That's not possible. My brother…my brother is trying to snatch my wife, my woman. That snake. That bastard. He has always snatched everything from me, and now, my wife? “NO!” I screamed, slamming my phone to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces, my chest burning with rage. I ran both hands through my hair, pacing in agitation.

"Stepbrother. Yes." "Dear God." She set the spoon down entirely, pressing a hand flat against the table like she needed something solid to hold onto. "I had no idea....all this time I thought he'd gone off somewhere far away and stayed there. I never imagined he'd end up standing in the same rooms as you again, let alone under the same roof as your husband's Stepbrother." "Neither did I....not until he walked out of that elevator." "How long have you known it was him?"

There was too much going on, and Riley didn’t need to know everything right now. “Gwendolyn!! That’s your ex-husband’s brother.”

His brows were drawn, jaw clenched, and his fingers gripped the cotton too tightly, like he was trying to numb more than just the pain. “I don’t remember asking you to come in,” he said without looking up. Then his gaze lifted, cold. “We’re no longer husband and wife, Solane. So, as my brother’s wife, it’s unethical for you to walk into your brother-in-law’s room without permission.” I crossed my arms and said quietly, “I don’t consider you my brother-in-law.” He froze, not visibly—but I saw it in the flicker of his pupils, the half-second pause in his breath before he moved again.

Thanks to my beloved husband. " Your husband takes me in and you accommodate me. Of course I will do anything for you " " Well then, I want you to marry my step brother " I dropped the bombshell and of course, even Ethan was taken aback by it.

Should I take my risks? “Call me husband,” he suddenly ordered, tickling me with a blade of grass. The grass pokes against my tips, which he swipes downwards, prodding it softly against my femininity. I moaned softly, resisting his orders. I was confused because he would become my brother-in-law in less than a week, so why does he want me to call him my husband?

I should've bargained for this before the wedding, but it had skipped my mind, and now, its consequences were coming to bite me in the ass. Like my husband marrying someone else, for instance. Mikhail chuckled. "Down, tiger. You look ready to claw her eyes out." Her? I wanted to slam my fist into his brother's jaw. "This has nothing to do with her. I want to gouge your brother's eyes out."

he cut me off defensively, turning to look at me. “You are my husband,” I blurted out in protest. “Of course, it’s my business. She’s fake…she’s no good for you and the company. She’s just taking advantage of you. Can’t you see that?” His lips curled to a cheeky smirk as he scoffed. “Says the faithful wife who has been flirting around with my half brother.” Momentarily, I was taken aback by his words. How could he think I was flirting around with his brother? I’d never do that. The relationship I had with his brother was purely familial and platonic, nothing more.