Tempted By My Ex's Brother-in-law Novels & Stories

“Be careful, okay?” “You, too.” He hugged me tight. “Please tell your husband how you feel about him.” I chuckled as we pulled apart. “You should find a date.” “You should give me a nephew.” “Shut up.” “Sis, stay away from your ex. He owes thirty grand to a local mobster. He’s good as dead.”

There are certain men a married woman knows she shouldn’t want. Her best friend’s husband. Her ex. Her boss. And definitely her husband’s younger brother. Unfortunately for me, knowing that didn’t stop a damn thing. I knew wanting Martin was wrong from the beginning. I knew exactly how fucked up it was to look at my brother-in-law and wonder what it would feel like to have him instead of my husband. But attraction doesn’t exactly ask permission before showing up. And Martin?

If she wants to encroach on my territory, I’ll show her that she can’t come here without consequences. “Andrew, bring Chandler to see me,” I call, and Andrew, one of my most loyal spies rushes to do what I told him. Within minutes, he returns with Chandler following, I smile sweetly. “Chandler, I heard that my brother’s new secretary might have a crush on you.” “Really? She’s so pretty, and I was thinking about asking her out,” he says, grinning. “I think she’s shy, but you should totally go flirt with her. I’m sure she would instantly agree to go out with you,” I lie. The man grins even happier before thanking me and rushing out of the room.

“I didn’t do it.” “Why would anyone else care enough to expose her?” Alexander asked coldly. “You were the only one with a motive.” Adrian’s nostrils flared. “I have no motive.” Alexander didn’t miss a beat. “You were being intimate with her, manipulating her while making sure both of you kept it a secret from your girlfriend, her sister. You don’t want to feel rejected.” Adrian’s eyes snapped to me now. “Is that what you told him?” I didn’t answer. Alexander took another step toward him.

“Then you don't need to ask how I could marry Axel. Our relationship is over. Let’s just mind our own business. You have a wife now, don't you? Why bother coming to my house and asking questions that are no longer your right to ask?” “He is my brother, Adeline!” Julian’s voice rose. “Are you insane? The mirror in your room is large enough—take a good look at yourself. You aren't worthy... you’re a wild woman who frequented clubs and drank, and yet you want to stand beside my brother?” Adeline offered a bitter smile, though her heart ached being reminded of her troubled past.

Xavier's breath warmed my neck as he read over my shoulder. "Seems someone's not over her ex." No shit. I bolted without another word. He didn't stop me—which stung more than it should. I didn’t respond. How could I? I’d just ended things with John, and now I was caught between him and his fiancée’s brother. It was too much. Once I was in my car, I noticed I was still wearing Xavier’s coat. I’d meant to return it, but now it felt like a lifeline. I started the engine, deciding to return his coat later.

But then I heard Jack chuckling darkly, "You like your little brother-in-law that much? Want him to sleep with you?" Her soft, uncontrollable moans kept spilling from her lips. It was impossible to tell whether she was lost in pleasure or suffering. "Ah… You go ahead and be with those other women outside… Why can't I let Sam have a little fun with me?" "Right now… Is it me making you feel this good, or would your little brother-in-law make you feel better?" The bed shook violently again. A draft from the hallway gently pushed the master bedroom door open a little wider.

If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be sharing an apartment with Jaxon Black—the younger brother of my emotionally distant ex-husband—I would’ve laughed and then probably cried. But now, as I stood in my kitchen in pajamas while both brothers faced off like rival Alphas in my living room, I wasn’t laughing. I was too busy wondering how fast I could pack up and flee the country. “You can’t be serious,” I said, glaring between them. “You two can’t even exist in the same ten-foot radius without puffing your chests. How am I supposed to live with either of you?”

"The surgery deposit is fifty thousand. You have less than a month before they pull the plug on her. Now, I’m a generous man, Frey. I still care about you. The penthouse downtown is ready. The keys are in my pocket. All you have to do is drop this pathetic pride, get on your knees, and apologize for the scene you made last night. Do that, and I’ll sign the financial override right now." He was dangling my mother's life over my head like meat, expecting me to willingly mutilate my own dignity just to become his hidden side-piece. "I would rather rot in hell," I choked out, the words vibrating with a venom so pure it actually made his friends stop laughing. I stared straight into his selfish e

I have blurry memory of last night, i could remember how we both were tangled in sheets. His grin turns predatory, like a wolf cornering prey. He props himself up on one elbow, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “You don’t remember?” he murmurs, tilting his head. The pit in my stomach deepens. “What did I do?” My voice is shaky, afraid of what he’ll say. Lucian chuckles low in his throat, his gaze dragging lazily down my body as if savoring some private memory. "You were quite… the wild one, my darling brother-in-law,” he says, voice full of dark amusement.