Right Time, Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

“Just 5 minutes.” “Two hours?” I suggested. “10 minutes.” “But that is barely enough of a time for me to polish my skills again!” Byrom sighed tiredly. “Fine. Just an hour. That’s all that I can give.” I grinned. “Thanks, dear big brother. You’re the best older brother that I have.” I came forward and threw my fist at him while he was stretching. He caught it just in time before it could make contact with his shoulder. He moved my fist away so he could look at me clearly. “I thought that I was your only brother?” He smirked.

He walked toward his brother while everyone watched his every step and waited for what was going to happen. He stopped when he reached that seat next to the god of time. " He stared at his brother. “You’re the one who doesn’t belong in that seat, brother,” he said, with emphasis on the last word. “Move.” “You can’t make me,” his older brother said to him.

"I am so incredibly glad he made it back in time. I want to officially introduce you to my older brother, Aleck. He just got back into the country this morning after running our family's international shipping business overseas. Aleck, this is my beautiful bride, Sloane." Aleck. There went my hopes of him being a doppelganger. My mind was spinning violently. The man I had met in a crowded Miami club, the man I had let drag me into a twenty-four-hour chapel, the man I had legally married less than forty-eight hours ago... was my fiancé's older brother. The horrific realization hit me like a freight train. I was standing at the altar about to marry a billionaire, but I was already legally marr

~Ivy Pov~ “Emma grace, if you put syrup inside your brother’s shoe again, I swear I will lose my mind before eight in the morning.” “It was an accident!” Emma yelled from the kitchen. “No, it wasn’t!” Noah shouted back immediately. “You looked directly into my eyes while doing it!” I closed my eyes briefly while standing in the middle of unpacked boxes with a half-folded school uniform hanging from my arm, this was my life, chaos, constant noise, missing socks. Sticky counters and somehow love hidden inside every exhausting second. A loud crash echoed from the kitchen.

“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.”

“Can you at least let me know what’s wrong?” “I’m surprised you don’t know,” she fired back instantly, but she stopped trying to leave. “What we are doing is wrong. I’m technically still married to your brother and now someone has seen us.” “You regret what happened.” The anger and concern that was written all over her face earlier seemed to disappear. “What we are doing is wrong,” her voice came out small but firm. “You want commitment and I’m not willing to give you that, to make it all worse I’m still your brother’s wife and now someone else is aware of what we have done.”

almost. The resemblance was uncanny, but where Finn appeared warm and approachable, this man seemed like a sharper, more intoxicating version. Finn preferred his hair longer while his brother wore a neat buzz cut, making the differences between them more noticeable. Finn had mentioned having a twin brother who lived abroad and managed the overseas headquarters of the family business. Miller. So this was him. The brother she had never met. Before she could say anything, a familiar voice rang out. "Sabrina!"

“But to the wrong brother.” Her father’s expression faltered. “I did what was right for my family." Theo’s voice lowered. “Then, why did you abandon the rest of the deal?” The color drained from the older man’s face. “I… There must be some misunderstanding.” He stuttered. Theo’s smile did not reach his eyes. “I hope you'll say that."

I smoothed down the front of my blouse, adjusted my sunglasses, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t twisted into knots. This wasn’t just brunch. This was war. Because inside that mansion was Bruno — my ex, Adrian’s little brother, the boy who’d tossed me aside like I was nothing. He thought I’d cry, crumble, disappear. Instead, I was about to walk into his family’s house on the arm of the brother he never measured up to. If that didn’t rattle him, nothing would. The front doors opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there, immaculate as always, dressed in a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to show the strength of his forearms. His dark eyes flicked over me, unreadable.