Novel & Cerita My Husband's Brother Wants Me

"It's been incredible not sleeping in that sardine can of a dormitory, plus I can still drive, so I have nothing to complain about, but how are you doing with your marriage? "It's great "And your husband's brother? "I think he and Dhany will get married soon," he confessed, smiling bitterly. "You like him, don't you? "Well... there's no way to lie, but... strange as it may seem, it's not so important anymore, my husband is being better than I could have hoped, so I don't miss what I had with that idiot "It's not only wrong, you're married to his brother," he says, pursing his lips.

So I collected my guts and started to ask him all my questions. “I'm good," I said and then looked at him again “Brother, I want to ask you about my husband. Will you tell me?”, I asked him. “If You want to know him then ask him, not me?” … , He teased me. “My husband thinks himself as a God, and I don't like arrogant self," I told to him and he lifted his brows up and looked at me weirdly. “Okay ask me," he said “Brother, I don't know about him. I mean, what he do, exactly what kind of job he does?”, I said, and Brother Neil started laughing loudly.

Knight replied, his tone carrying that casual, infuriating nonchalance only the obscenely wealthy seemed to master, “your husband is fairly clever. He even switched hospitals to do the tissue typing. Unfortunately for him, that hospital also happens to be under my name.” Even without seeing his face, I could somehow picture it—him smiling smugly, clearly pleased with himself, as if this revelation amused him. Then his voice sharpened, growing suddenly intense. “How I know isn’t important. What is important is what you’re going to do next, Walsh. Your husband isn’t just hurting you—he’s hurting your son. Don’t tell me you can swallow that too—”

Interesting. She tilted her head innocently. "Why do you care so much about me?" She paused, letting the words hang in the air. "Are you my husband?" Mason froze. He looked at her. Then at Sophia. Then at Aiden. His jaw tightened. "No," Mason said slowly. "I'm your husband's brother." Aiden shot to his feet. "Mason, what—" Mason grabbed Aiden's arm and pulled him close, his voice low and dangerous. "This is your husband. Aiden Hartwell."

Two months ago "You are going to be a father," that sweet voice of my wife makes me freeze. The image of my younger brother dances in front of my eyes. Am I the one who deserve to be the father of her child? Shouldn't he be the one? Doesn't this mean that I cheat on him with his love? I look at my wife and she looks at me expectantly, a shy smile on her face. This is the same woman because of whom my brother killed himself and she thinks that she will get happiness? I will make sure that she will never be happy...

I remembered that Mom contacted me when I reached here and told me to get my wedding dress delivered so I could try it on when I was back. I sighed, I know Jay already said that he doesn't have a problem with our wedding, but it still doesn't sit well with me. I love both of them... How can I call one my husband and the other one mate only? It feels like I am having an extramarital affair with my husband's brother. Jeez... No... "What's with that face?" He asked. "Ash and my wedding is around the corner, and it feels like I am cheating on my husband with his brother," I groaned.

“No one’s listening but us. Now, about that bed…” I duck under his arm, heart pounding, slipping away to create distance. “This isn’t happening. You’re my husband’s brother, for fuck’s sake. Back off.” He follows, not touching but close enough that I feel his shadow. “Husband’s brother? That’s what makes it exciting, isn’t it? Dylan told me about you—artistic, passionate. Bet he doesn’t know how to handle that fire.” “Shut up,” I snap, whirling to face him. “You don’t know a damn thing about our marriage. Dylan’s a good man.”

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.

I knew she wouldn't help me if I had told her I and my husband were looking for a surrogate baby mama, so I told her we just needed a maid. "No, I'm not," I shrug, and she scoffs and leans forward. "Have you lost it, Alicia? This man we are talking about here was your brother-in-law... He is your husband's fucking brother!" She snaps at me. "Ex-husband..." "Even so. You are going to get married to someone you were married to his brother before? Are you kidding me?" Her eyes narrow as she shrieks for the second time. "Come on, Jenny, stop making a mountain out of nothing, ok? There's nothing wrong with getting married to my ex-husband's brother, ok? I am no more married to his brother..."