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Let me show you how to make Leo see you differently. My thumb hovered over send. But I couldn’t do it. Not when one word from me could ruin everything. After all, I was nothing more than her brother's best friend. The older brother of the man she loved. And that was all I was ever going to be to her.

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

[I let him out of the cage. [Who gave you permission.] This is… like a script? Or a novel? [You took my family, my position, and even that wasn’t enough… you dare to take Harper too?] [Take? I picked him up.] This book, I… [What your younger brother mercilessly abandoned, this brother will pick up and use.] I’ve read this before. [Is it that precious to you? My lovely younger brother?] * * * When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a hospital room.

"He said it's cause of work, his dad." Lexi: "Aww that sucks" Me: "Yeah, it really does." Lexi: "He's cute though" Me: "He really is very nice" Lexi: "Nice is boring babe" Me: "You're right" Lexi saying nice is boring while I was literally fucking my stepbrother. The conversation kept flowing. More UK stories. More observations. Her dating app adventures and literally everything in Birmingham. Time was literally passing away. 10:30 became 11:00. We were still texting, having this very great easy conversation. This was good. This was normal. I needed this.

“Maybe I forgot about a dog. But I know about the money. I know about the house. I know about the accident—” “Which one?” I cut in, my voice like a blade. “If you’re my brother, you’ll know which one almost killed me. Where was the scar? Left or right?” His mouth worked soundlessly. Sweat began to bead at his temple. “Left!” he barked finally. “Wrong,” I spat, the fury in me so sharp it burned my throat. “It was my right arm. I still have the scar. My brother never forgot that—he teased me for weeks about being clumsy.”

Serene I looked at my laptop screen, reading the email for the fifth time, still not able to believe the words in front of me. *Dear Russell,* *After talking with my brother over the weekend, I am happy to tell you that your job at Arden & Sons is yours again, starting right now. Maxwell has agreed to give you another try, and I believe you will not waste this chance.* *Please come to the office at 8:30 AM exactly on Monday morning.*

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

His brows knitted together and something akin to hurt flashed across his face. I shut my eyes, trying to find my words. “Braxton, I just thought it was you last night and I wasn't expecting that it was Slade ㅡ” I wasn't lying. I had thought it was Braxton. I had thought it was him. Fuck, I was sleepy and I didn't even make out the difference, I was so blinded by the pleasure that shot through me with each stroke that I didn't realize a grave mistakeㅡ I was with the wrong brother.

"So going on with my story, having seen enough of my brother's emotion or vulnerability, I decided to return the books to where I had found them. When I did that, making sure that I arranged them exactly as I found them, I tried to turn the lever but it didn't budge. I tried and tried but it still remained the same. Finally, I managed to get the first lever shut and it remained the second one. That one was even harder to turn than the first. I tried and tried but it didn't even show any sign of giving away. And not to brag, but considering the type of strength I have, it should have given away at the fifth try but it didn't. I took a break for a while, and after then, I went back to turn it,

“Here I am, Brother. May I offer you my congratulations?” * * * Dear Gentle Readers, thank you for your love and support! It has been this author's motivation the whole goddamn time and it has never gone unnoticed! Please take one minute to leave a review if you do not mind. Stay safe! P.S. If you wish to know how the dinner goes, please read Draven's story: "Accidentally in Bed With The Wrong Brother" (;