Novel & Cerita Possessed By My Ex’s Brother-in-law

Panimula nito. "Yes, ako nga. Nakalimutan mo na ata ako." Sagot ko sa kanya. "Babe, siya yung girlfriend ng kapatid mo, diba?" Tanong ng kanyang kasintahan habang ito ay nakahawak sa kanyang braso. "Ex. Ex-girlfriend." I corrected with a small smile. "So sorry about what my brother did to you, I never expected for that to happen." Giit niya at saka binigay ang hawak na eyeshadow palette sa kanyang girlfriend.

"Yes, Charles, the Alpha's brother. My name is Amos, and I must say, you've proven to be a terrible disappointment to me." Charles is truly frightened, now. He's heard of the Alpha's younger brother. He is a cold, ruthless sociopath who tried to challenge Emmett's authority when Emmett was named Alpha. Emmett won, leaving his brother Amos with that terrible scar. Amos disappeared from the family after that, exiled by their father. There are horror stories about Amos that have become almost horror story fodder in the whispered family gossip circles: Animals killed in stomach-turning ways when left unattended, the maid who screamed in the night and was gone the next morning, a youngest sibling

The Greg I knew better — the one who reached for power when he felt it slipping — resurfaced slowly beneath the other one, the way a tide comes back in. "You're making a mistake," he said. Quietly. Conversationally. Which was worse than if he had raised his voice. "I've made mistakes," I agreed. "Marrying you was one of them." Something sharpened in his eyes. "Collins is not what you think he is." "I'm not interested in your opinion of your brother."

Then I typed back with shaking fingers. Me: Busy. Enjoy the rest of your night, asshole. I hit send, ordered another drink, and looked around the bar like I was searching for trouble. Because tonight? Tonight I was done being the nice girl. My gaze landed on him two stools down. Damien Voss. Marcus’s older brother. The one who always looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of his expensive shoe. He was nursing a glass of something dark, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring into his drink like the world owed him answers. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

Desmond was quite, too quiet. "Your precious grandson, My brother, he is having an affair with my wife so openly and you still want me to keep that woman around? Don't forget that I represent the Knights. If my wife cuckholded me, then that's a slap to the Knights. Despite knowing all this, Asher still went behind my back. So tell me grandfather, what should I do to my so called wife and brother?" Xavier demanded. The fact that the Video was from before the wedding is well concealed.

He didn’t even look at me at first — just took a slow sip of water from the glass beside him before placing it down. “You’ve gotten worse,” he said finally, his tone casual. I clenched my jaw. “You’ve gotten bolder.” He laughed softly. “I don’t need to be bold to deal with you, brother.” That word. Brother. It sliced through me like a blade. “We are not brothers,” I said icily. “You’re just a mistake our father made.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Still bitter, huh?” he murmured. “You got everything, Dante. The title, the power, the respect. What more do you want?”

I smiled, “Definitely.” She added, “My ex’s name is Jack Greene. He’s an asshole. He’s actually a really scary asshole, to be honest.” I nodded, “I get it. My ex-mother-in-law was a nightmare. Unfortunately, she’s about to become my nightmare again. I’m about to marry the love of my life, but here’s the kicker: He is Victor’s half-brother. Daniel always hated her because she abused him until he left for boarding school.

While it or reached destruction, it filled me with a wave of satisfaction I wasn't sure I would be able to get anywhere else. Redmoon Pack, was behind me, broken and bleeding, but yet, I didn't feel at peace with myself. I clenched the edge of the balcony's rail until the stone threatened to crack beneath my grip. I should have been celebrating, I should have been drunk on victory. My brother and whatever he thought he had, had crumbled at my feet tonight, the same way our father once made me crumble. Emily, his precious plaything, was also locked away under my roof, but none of that mattered, because all I could think about was her.