Stolen Hearts: Between Two Brothers Novels & Stories

“Please, let me in.” My breath trembled as I stared at him and my mind drifted to Adrian, hiding in the bathroom; I was torn between two men; A husband who was learning to love me and a brother who already knew my body, and awakened forbidden desires in me. Before I could speak, his hand lifted to my face. The warmth of his palm brushed my cheek, and my heart cracked under the tenderness of his touch. “I’m sorry,” he said again, barely audible. “For everything.”

Should I listen to my heart and trust my brothers that they won't ever hurt me and love me with all their Heart Or should I listen to my brain who is continuously telling me that my brothers are bad persons and they will hurt me like my mom dad and I don't know what to do I don't know what's wrong and what's right . There's millions thought in my head I cried for sometime sitting in the music room and then when I was going toward's my room. I realized my brothers were back and they all were sitting in the living room and I quietly went to my room so that they don't notice me. But while going to my room I heard lilttle of their talk. "don't worry we have eyes on here. She cannot do anything."

I said. "He was buying the diagnosis," I said. The room got quiet again. Everything I had given up. Leaving Kathryn asking Jacob to marry her hiding in this apartment while I waited for a death that was never coming. Was all based on a lie that my brother had made up. For years I thought fate had taken away my future. The truth was worse. My future had not been taken by illness. It had been stolen by my brother one lie at a time. In that moment I stopped feeling sad, about the life I had lost. I started thinking about how I would get it back.

When he pulled out, I leaked a mess that was both of them down my thigh onto the sheet. Nobody reached for a rag at once. They looked at me instead. Marked. Open. Claimed on both sides. Ash’s mouth was red. His eyes were not laughing. “Stolen,” he said, naming it again so I couldn’t pretend they had found another word overnight. “Kept. You run, the bond pulls. You stay, we feed you and we fuck you and we don’t share you with the road. That’s the deal. Still no sorry in it.”

One half kept drifting to Asher's smirking face and the irritating heat that flared whenever he crowded my space. The other half kept locking onto Luke's dark eyes staring at me through the rain-streaked windshield. My heart gave a strange, heavy thud at the memory of Luke, and it pissed me off. I couldn't even figure out which brother was making my chest ache more, and the confusion was driving me insane. Sitting here with a bowl of stale chips wasn't going to fix it. "Fine," I groaned, throwing the blanket off my legs and standing up. "I'll go. But the moment it gets weird, we leave."

He was stealing a sister jus like me. "It always starts like this." I exhaled sharply. "Just a moment. Just a touch. We convince ourselves it’s harmless because nobody is watching. But we are just thieves, Lyla." I pulled my hand back from hers, the loss of her warmth making my skin ache. "Men like me... men like Reaper..." I shook my head, staring at the whiskey stain on the bar. "We don't know how to love something pure without ruining it first. We drag the good girls down into the mud and call it romance."

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

Dragging suitcases, they looked up at my floor. The guy who looked like my brother held a rental contract in his hand. The nightmare might not be over yet...

Each broken shard carried a memory, tormenting his heart as he tried to reconstruct what was lost. At that moment, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest. He realized he never wanted to lose me—not in the slightest. "Ivor Rhett, have you gone mad?" Still somewhat rational, Jeffrey couldn't stand watching his little sister get bullied. Rhianne shook her head to oppose, but the two men before her had already started wrestling each other. "Jeff, Ives, what are you doing?" The situation spiraled out of control in no time. She extended her arms to stop them, desperate to prevent the fight.

“And I don’t get it. Because it’s always the opposite. Always. Girls leave him for me. That’s how it’s always been.” I brake a little too hard at a red light. My heart is thudding now, anger and disbelief pooling fast in my chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hiss. “Do you even want me, or are you just trying to steal something else from your brother?” “Steal? I had you first! He stole you from me!” “News flash, Finn. You gave me away when you chose Delilah over me.” His jaw clenches.