Trading My Ex For His Brother Novels & Stories

"You think because you inherited your grandfather's ships, you understand how to hunt. Let me make one thing entirely clear to your consortium: Sloane is not an executive asset you can negotiate for. She is my wife, she is the supreme trustee of my dynasty, and she is the absolute owner of my grid." Julian swallowed hard, his face turning a pale and grey as he instinctively moved his chair away from Knox’s suffocating, dominant alpha presence. "Mr. Hartley... this is a professional negotiation. There is no need for primitive displays—" "You initiated a primitive display the moment you looked at my wife with hunger in your eyes," Knox interrupted effortlessly, his hands on the edge of the tab

"You money-draining brat. If it weren't for you, your brother would've been married by now." He had also said that I had dragged the entire family down and that I was a burden. I had been confused because I didn't have an older brother. Later, I learned the truth. Uncle Peter's son, Raymond Lowe, who was my older cousin, had broken up with his girlfriend because his family couldn't afford to pay for their wedding. That money had been used to pay for my surgery. Because of that, Uncle Peter and his wife, Lucy Greene, cut ties with our family. They demanded that my parents stop my treatment and return the money.

“But… I am open to a trade.” My stomach dropped. “A trade?” I asked. She stepped closer, heels clicking softly against the floor. “Andrade hands over Sebastián,” she said smoothly, “and you get your stupid little ex back.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest. “Or should I say sister in-law?" She let out an evil scoff. "It's not in my hands,” I said tightly. “You know that.” She laughed softly. “Oh, but it is.” Her eyes flicked over me slowly, deliberately. “Aren’t you Andrade’s fuck boy? You can persuade him. A little seduction. Maybe a touch of drugs if necessary.”

“I just want half of the money in our joint account.” His eyes flickered, searching mine. “There’s no savings.” He hesitated. “It’s all tied up in a project. And under a betting agreement.” I froze. “Betting? What kind of project?” He closed his eyes, sad. “It failed. I… I also used your identity for a loan.” My throat went dry. “What?” He swallowed. “To pay my mother’s drug debts. I thought I could handle it. Her health depends on this.”

Quietly, I linked arms with Ethan, whispering, "I'm sorry, but can you play along for a moment? Let's pretend we're mates. I'll be the Luna, and you'll be the Alpha." Ethan caught on quickly, needing no further explanation. "Derek, we're in the past now," I said firmly. "If you truly cared for me, you'd be happy for me. Besides, it's Ethan we're talking about - your own brother. Didn't you always say that older siblings should give way to the younger ones?" When they were pups, Derek had often used his status as the older brother to take Ethan's favorite toys. But now we were grown wolves, capable of standing on our own. Some things couldn't be taken so easily anymore.

"Let Alistair see exactly what happens to the assets he tries to trade behind my back." Jaxon nodded once and vanished down the stairs to prepare the extraction vehicle. I stood frozen in the center of the room, staring down at the dead man who had just delivered the ultimate betrayal. Marcus was my brother. He was the only family I had left after our mother passed, the one person who was supposed to protect me. Instead, he had turned my life into a commodity, trading my location to a mafia boss to clear a gambling debt.

The room tilted as I realized that I was carrying the babies of my ex-fiancé's half-brother. The same blood. The same family. The same twisted, poisonous lineage that had already shattered my life once. Did Timothy know who I was? Did he know I was Thomas's ex-fiancée? Was I chosen because of it? Was this some kind of revenge? Some sick game between half-brothers I didn't understand? The accident. Thomas leaving me. The hospital bills draining every cent I had. And then this offer. Anonymous. High-paying. Perfectly timed. Suddenly I felt a sudden pain, like something inside me had snapped.

Axel moved to pass, but Julian blocked him. "I thought you two wouldn't last a month, but it’s been two weeks. I know you were at the accident site last night, Axel. Why did you marry Adeline if you aren't over your own feelings?" Axel turned his cold gaze toward his brother. "Perhaps you should ask yourself the same question." "What?" "You aren't over Adeline, yet you married Raya just to please Mother. Now, regardless of the reasons, Adeline is my wife... why does my motivation matter so much to you?"

I stood up and walked toward his desk, slamming my palms on it. "Of course, I can. I never liked him. Never will. If killing him won't make you follow me, then I’ll move on to your brother." "You can’t touch them within our territory." "Is that so? Look at this." He threw another photo. This time it was of my brother on the training ground. It was a long shot, but I could see him and the warriors around him. "I have people everywhere, my dear niece. If you love your only family, as you say, then I’m offering a bargain. Their lives for yours."

“He’s your brother. You’ll treat him with respect.” “He’s NOT my brother!” I glare at Alexander, but the only thing he does is stand there and look rather smug. “He’s an enemy. A con artist who tried to take away what’s mine.” “Oh, please,” the man finally speaks, walking toward me with all the time in the world. “I didn’t even have to try. I only gave her a shoulder to cry on, and guess what?” He circles around me, stopping only when he’s right behind me and whispers, “Your ex-wife was so damn desperate, she threw herself at me without a care in the world.”