Stay Away From My Brother

My back slams against the door, my breaths shallow and heavy, I try to move but his hold remains. “ What are you doing? My boyfriend is the other room!” I whisper, trying to ignore how hard my heart’s racing right now. He draws closer, the distance between us vanishing in one step. His tatted arms brace the door, caging me between them. “ The same boyfriend who's on a date with another woman?” My pride takes a hit but I meet his eyes. “ It's fake.” I say more to me than him. “ It isn't.” He tilts his head, I want to say something to defend Chris but his lips rest gingerly on my nape, drowning the rest of my words— a breathy moan slips past my lips. “ If I had you…” he plants a kiss. “ I would never make you a second option.” ****** When Zinnia’s older brother has to leave the country for a year for a business trip so he sends her to live with his best friend who also happens to be her secret long distance boyfriend. When she gets there, she expects a warm welcome but she sees the man she loves in the arms of another. He tells her it's fake. That his parents arranged it for a business deal. She believes him. But his older brother doesn't seem to agree. He mocks her, makes her mad but beneath? He wants her and would do anything to have her. A bet. “ If my brother leaves her for you, I'll vanish and never bother you again.” He leans close, my throat tightens. “ But if he doesn't, you're mine.” Now Zinnia must do everything to ruin the marriage but what happens when she starts to fall for the very person she swore she wouldn't?

After Ruelle Altagracia finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her with her sister, she goes on to hit his older brother too. Xerces Miller is the epitome of perfection. No wonder her ex envies him so much, for he always gets everything he wants, from his family’s attention since they were kids to personal achievements. Even the girl he used to like ends up liking Xerces and not him. Ruelle thought having Xerces would be the best revenge she could ever give him. The only problem she has is the fact that Xerces isn’t like the other men she can easily win over with her charm and schemes. He seems to be irritated by her presence, as he can’t even keep his eyes on her for more than a second. However, that isn’t enough to discourage her. Determined, Ruelle will do everything she can to get him.

The night she caught her boyfriend cheating shattered her completely. Elena swore she’d never trust love again until the one person she shouldn’t fall for walked into her life… her ex’s brother.

Zayne Bellandi was never supposed to matter. Not as my best friend’s brother, not even as my ex-boyfriend’s best friend. And definitely not like this. He’s dangerous, annoying, untouchable. The kind of man who ruins lives without even trying. But one night blurred every line I swore I’d never cross. Now he looks at me like I already belong to him, like walking away isn’t an option. And maybe it isn’t. Because the more I try to resist him… the more I realized I don’t want to.

Alpha King Sergius of the Northern Territories is cursed to go mad during the seventh blood moon which is just one year away. Pressured into political marriage, he seeks escape at a dingy bar where he meets Fiona, a downtrodden waitress who awakens as his true mate during their one-night stand. His vicious rejection sends her fleeing into the arms of his estranged brother, Alpha Cyprius of the Southern Territories. Years later, when Sergius discovers only his true mate can break the curse, he must win back the woman who now loves his brother.

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.

The moment I opened the door, I never imagined that my fiancé would be in bed with my best friend, both of them wearing nothing. I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But my fiancé shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead. "Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!" Fine. Since he no longer wanted me, I married his older brother. On the day of the wedding, I smiled at him and said, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

The day my wife slept with her terminally ill “male best friend” to take his virginity, I left a divorce agreement behind and walked out. Before I left, I commented under their hand-holding photo on Instagram. [Let's get divorced. I wish you and Theo a long and happy life together.] One minute later, she called me. "Logan, how did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you? Can you really let him die without someone to carry on his line?" I sneered and replied that she wasn't my wife anymore, so that wasn't really my problem. She panicked.

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.