Older Brother Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

So, their family doesn't have to go through a walk of shame. "What happened to the secretary?" I asked curiously. "During the birth, the lady couldn't handle the pain and died while giving birth to him. Rumors are that his father's wife paid the doctors to kill her mother but we can't be sure as there is no evidence of the accusation." I hummed at his words, and he continued. "And yeah, one more thing. When he was thirteen years old. He gets molested by a group of gay people and he still seeks therapy for it but nothing helps. So, he indulges himself in drinking, sex and smoking weed.

Step by step, he made my parents, my wife, and my daughter lose trust in me. Everything was perfect for him. Everything happened exactly the way he wanted! Everything that I used to own was officially his. Declan was bedridden. When he saw the waiver in his hand, his eyes lit up with a smile. He had worked hard for so long, and he finally got what he wanted! It was great! When Declan was about to take a photo and make a post on social media, he heard a sarcastic voice. “Tsk! You aren’t dead yet, you useless brat?

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

“I was never good at being your brother, Pearl. Not even back then. Every time you dated some idiot, every time you smiled at another guy, it fucked me up. I told myself it was protective. But it wasn’t. Not really.” My heart began to beat faster. “When did you know? Like, really know?” He exhaled. “The night before you left for New York. You hugged me goodbye at the clubhouse and I held on a second too long. You smelled like vanilla and trouble, and I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and lock you in my room. Instead I let you go. Biggest regret of my life.” I swallowed. “I ran because of that hug. Because when you held me, I didn’t want you to let go. And that terrified me. You were my

And he instantly understood that this other woman on the line is jealous of the one whom he was about to kidnap. 'Poor thing' he thought. Just like the woman said Jake repeated it, which made Bran roll his eyes at the spineless man. Jake is actually the stepbrother of a man he looks up to. Bran met Damien when they were kids, and Damien was struggling to cope up with the loss of his mother. They both fought in the underground fighting rings for money, which Damien used to give it to Bran, as the latter needed it and the former only fought to cool down the growing frustration and the loss.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bump into you, did I?" "I'm sturdy, you can't break me. But you should be careful not to hurt yourself," said the person who helped me, Willam Rodriguez, Bryce's younger brother. He was a playboy who flirted with any woman, from eight-year-olds to eighty-year-olds. I was used to it by now. Just as I was about to speak, I heard a cold snort from behind me. "Hmph, a hen that can't lay eggs, and yet my second brother is groveling at your feet. If my eldest brother finds out, he'll teach you a lesson."

Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother I married the safe brother. Everyone said it. Jake was stable, successful, and boring in bed. His younger brother, Liam, was the opposite—wild, reckless, and built like a goddamn temptation sent straight from hell. I told myself I was immune to him. I lied every single day for the past three years.

It would be better if I heard him out and forgot about him once and for all. “Thank you,” he took his seat and began. “I know you don’t want to hear a sob story, and I am not going to give you one, but I want you to know in detail the kind of person Brad Wesley is, so you know how to defend yourself.” “Brad and I are brothers born to the same father and mother. He never took the business seriously till we became young adults. But he would always look for easier ways to complete tasks that our father gave us. Then he would get mad at me for telling on him. It went on like that till we got actual roles here in Wesley Group.”

I could see joy, real joy on their faces. They smacked me for playing with their emotions, they laughed and smiled. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing she could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", i said. She nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"