My Husband's Brother Wants Me Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. I sincerely accept it, body and soul. As I said before, Alice is beautiful. It's not a loss to marry her. Besides, what you're doing here is threatening the existence of singles." At that moment, Ashton raised his eyebrows. He tried to understand the meaning behind his brother's words. "How am I threatening?" "Very greedy. Getting married twice. And all of your wives are beautiful. Just switch or give me a chance since I don't have a partner. Relax, from a young age, I've been used to being your stuntman and replacing your role to be scolded by dad and mom." Ashton pulled a face right away. His eyebrows raised high. He tried to digest the meaning of his brother's words.

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

“He’s waiting.” The room went quiet as a held breath. Home did not sound like a place. It sounded like a blade. I looked at him - the ink, the mouth that was not my husband’s, the eyes that had held me together when I was breaking - and words failed me. Everything inside me became an argument I could not win. “When we get there,” I asked, thin-voiced, “what do I call you?” His mouth twisted. “Cassian,” he said after a beat.

"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.

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."

She set it on the counter and stared at it. "I wanted him to be surprised, it was my birthday but still i wanted to surprise him" "He's an idiot," I said. It came out rough. "He's my husband." She laughed without humor. "That's the worst part." Husband. I grabbed the word and held it like a rope. Lucien's wife. You've sat at his table a hundred times. Look at the floor. Look at the damn floor. I looked at the floor. It lasted about four seconds.

Feeling just all sorts of weirdness about this situation, she nodded her head in a full nod. "Brother would cut my d**k if I thought about another woman." He said. She was startled but also felt relief. She was also startled by her feelings. She did not want him to touch another woman. 'Liam rules the house and business. They are a family. I don't expect this side of my husband. But it was a huge relief. His brother threatened him, or whatever it was. I'm thankful. I can't escape. One day, I have to face it. It has time. He doesn't look at me that way. Perhaps, I'm not what he wanted as his wife. '

he said, leaning in for a hug. It wasn’t just a hug. It was a press, a slide. His hand lingered a second too long on the small of my back. I felt the warmth of his breath at my ear. And just like that, I was wet between my thighs. Damon was my husband’s older brother. Recently divorced. Temporarily homeless. And, apparently, dangerously irresistible. Jake—my husband—was thrilled to have his big brother around. He talked about it for days, saying things like “He needs a place to crash, just for a bit,” and “Come on, you two will get along great.”

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...