Narcissistic Brother In Law Novels & Stories

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

"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..."

"Everyone thinks the CEO gets into bar fights now. I'm coming to the office looking like I just survived a boxing match." "You shouldn't have said those things about him." I kept my voice low. "Or his mother. He's still your brother, Arthur." Arthur laughed, harsh and bitter. "He's a bastard. An unwanted stain on the Klein name. That's all he's ever been and that's all he will ever be." I stared at him—this man I had spent three years loving, three years trying to be enough for—and I felt nothing except a distant sort of pity. "You will never change, will you?" I said quietly.

“For some reason, he asked to be in school for the past few days. If I didn’t stand my ground today, he’d have been here instead.” I look away, refusing to believe that Noah suspended his plans just to bicker with me. Was that all we did though?? Memories of his hot mouth against mine resurfaces and I have to fight to keep the blush off my face. “You really did hook up.” his brother says, this time he sounds convinced and annoyed. He walks back to me, his face in mine, I take two steps back but it’s no use, he’s in my face. “My younger brother is not some toy your royal ass plays with. He’s a real person with emotions. He has this big dream of living happily ever after with his mate, and you

I spent two days with Nero in bed. We barely came out. It was as though we were on a honeymoon and were enjoying each other’s company uninterrupted for the first time. In the times I was worried for my brother, I called him, and he assured me he was happy to stay with Nico and Enzo at Nico’s house. It was concerning how close he was growing to Nico. Nico was a bad influence on him. He was a sociopath. But I also knew he would take care of my brother better than anyone. Luca was fine, and he was having the time of his life training with Enzo.

That was exactly how I felt. My brother stared down at his paperwork, signed it in irritation, and then lifted his gaze to look at me again. “I just wish there were something we could do. I refuse to let you live your life like this. You deserve a husband you love, someone who makes you happy, someone I actually respect. Lucian is my brother-in-law, but he’s no family to me. It doesn’t matter how nice and polite he is to Dirk and me. I can’t stand the guy, and I never will.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at my plate. “There’s nothing we can do, Case…”

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

Ryker whispered, his tone dangerously low and excruciating. "This is what I meant when I said you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." I scoffed in a badgering tone, trying to keep my voice coherent but it's hard to because I just kissed my sister's husband, Ryker, the man I've hated all my life. "What? You just kissed me at your sister's funeral? How low can you sink?" "Low enough that I'm ready to do anything to keep my parents' company alive." I snapped back at him, holding my real intentions at the tip of my tongue.

Natalie nodded and smiled, "My brother will not eat you anymore." Zoe pouted, "That's because you don't know how scary he is." Who in this city doesn't know Nathaniel? He has built his own business empire. Now 27 years old, his status in the business world is unshakable, and his way of doing things is called ruthless. Anyone who has experienced it for the first time will definitely not want to tease him a second time. Right in front of Natalie, he played the role of a kind brother who loved his sister very much.

“You might be worse than your crazy brother if you don’t get why I’m not content to change your sheets and make you breakfast while I wait for you to sell me at some godforsaken auction.” His eyes narrow at me, and he takes a menacing step forward. Of course, my courage only goes so far, so I skitter backward toward the door. If I made a run for it, he’d probably chase me down to assert his dominance again. I’ve seen it a hundred times before. Men who need to be in charge of every tiny thing, and when the barest hint of control slips, it’s as if the entire world has crumbled around them. My sister called those kinds of men narcissists. And I don’t doubt for a minute that Nicolo fits that bil