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.

The amber liquid burned as it went down, but it did nothing to ease the unfamiliar tension coiled in my shoulders. This was Nico's wife. My younger brother, the gentle artist who'd never shown anything but loyalty and affection toward me despite our vastly different upbringings. I'd always protected Nico from the family's darker realities, ensuring he could pursue his passion for art while I handled the blood and violence that kept our empire intact. I respected Nico. I even loved him, in my own way. So why couldn't I extend that same respect to his wife? Manipulating other men's wives had never held any appeal for me. The game was too easy, the victory too hollow. Married women often came w

"Whatever game you're playing, leave her out of it." "I'm not playing any games." He was close now, too close, invading my space. "But you and your monster of a husband? You're definitely playing something. And I want to know where you kept my brother." My breath caught. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't lie to me." He spat, his face mere inches from mine. “I want answers, or I'll take your sister. A sibling for a sibling. Fair trade, don't you think?"

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.

He didn't behave like this. " What's happening down there? Why don't you want me there? Is something wrong? Where is my husband? He'd never go without informing me." I demanded. " He met some beautiful brunettes in the club. They are pleasing to him as you couldn't do anything special for my brother,'' he said humorlessly.