My Husband's Brother Wants Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I kissed his chin, biting on it softly as he chuckled at my kiddish behavior. “Don’t be sad right now. We will talk about it tonight.” He nodded in understanding holding me tighter to himself. “How about you invited Shorya and Ritesh as well? It’s been sometime we have met them.” I rose my brows at my husband. “I thought you didn’t like my brother.” He scowled at me and then rolled his eyes. “I still don’t, but I am willing to have a cordial relationship with him for your sake.” “Well, if that’s the case, why don’t you invite him yourself, my love.”

"He took advantage of a dying woman." Mr. Santoro's expression hardened. "My nephew is one of the finest men I know. He took care of your mother in her final months, asked for nothing in return, and has been maintaining that restaurant out of his own pocket for the past year. "I signed the papers in silence, my hand shaking with anger. When I got back to the restaurant, Gus was still there. "All set with Mr. Santoro?" he asked."You married my mother."He stopped wiping, his shoulders tensing slightly. "Yes."

"Honey, what's wrong? Is work not going well? Or did I do something to make you angry?" The moment her hand touched my arm, I instinctively pulled away. Vivienne's hand froze mid-air. Her eyes instantly welled up as she started her usual routine. "Honey, are you disgusted with me now? Do you think I'm too obsessed with my brother because I keep asking you to spend money on Dylan? But I have no choice. Dylan is still young. He's my only brother. If I don't take care of him, who will?” "My parents never loved me growing up. Only Dylan is close to me. I really can't abandon him..."

"You have no idea how badly I've been wanting you, after that night I looked for you when I woke up, but you disappeared and now you're married to my brother." "It was supposed to be one night of fun." I argued weakly. "No." He shook his head, "You can say that and convince yourself that you don't feel what I'm feeling, but I'll be here to change your mind." "I'm married now, and to your brother, don't you see how wrong it'll be." I protested. "I don't care about how Rolland feels." Xavier replied stubbornly. "Just know that I won't stop, I want you back, I want you to be mine." He took a step forward, making me instinctively take one back. "And I'll find a way."

Victor still hadn’t noticed me standing there, trembling like a fool outside the door. He whispered her name like a vow. She cupped his cheek like she’d waited her whole life for this moment. My husband and my sister tangled together in my family’s home. On her very bed. The moan that escaped Naomi was soft and sinful, the kind of sound I used to dream of pulling from him. But that fantasy was never mine, was it? He was never mine. I stepped back, heart slamming against my ribs, and the wooden floor creaked beneath my heel.

Marcus replied as I stepped aside from where Lena was standing, this dead-brain brother of mine still has the gut to embrace Lena before following me. I'm doubting who the real husband is right now, it would have been easier if it was an outsider acting all touchy and stupid with my woman. This is my own brother and I couldn't think of how best to punish him despite helping me find her after she stormed out of the dining room.

I was stunned to see my husband who had never for once apologized to me even when he hurt me the most, standing before me and acting all pathetic. "What do you want?" I asked him, and he sighed. "You don't have to do this, babe... You can't marry my brother, ok?" He held my shoulders and stared into my eyes. I was almost lost staring into his eyes, but I tried to control it. "Babe? Who is your babe? And what do you care if I marry your brother?" I asked him as I shrugged his hands off my shoulders, and he bit his bottom lip. "Because he is my brother. It's not nice, Ashley. We had sex... We were together, and you can't marry my brother now. It's not something..."

Monica looked down at her hands, fingers tightening slightly before she shrugged. “Honestly… I don’t know if I am.” Lake didn’t push. He just walked beside her in silence until she added, almost like a whisper, “My life’s kind of a mess right now.” “I know,” he said quietly. “It really is. Are you… are you actually with him?” Monica glanced at him. “You mean Spencer?” she asked. “My husband’s brother?” Monica didn’t answer right away. Her eyes drifted ahead, following the cracks in the pavement like they held something important. “It’s complicated,” she said finally, her voice low.

“I told you you'd see me again, Selene.” Adrian. My ex-husband. Dominic's brother. “I watched you on the news Selene, you won the conference speech. Saw you in photos. A year ago, you were all over the place after your little fake wedding with Dominic. And I thought, damn... you really did replace me. And now you're out, don't I still stand a chance?”

“Just pure curiosity or what?” “Well… my brother here,” he continued, tapping the thigh of the guy seated close to him, “my brother here is interested in you. He loved you at first sight, but I told him you could be married or pregnant. And now that you are indeed pregnant, I guess he must have lost interest in you.” The guy that claimed to love me also smiled. “Sure. I have no interest in another man's wife anymore. I don't want my head leaving my neck if your husband catches me messing around with his wife.”