Trading My Ex For His Brother Novels & Stories

I waved my hand out for her to go on with it, she could mention anything and I'd grab it immediately. “I uh kind of got myself in a complicated situation and I want to clear it up.” I nodded paying kin attention to her, “ Sure tell me what I need to know “ She nodded muttering a little okay, I watched as she opened her bag and grabbed something out like a picture, Hmm smart ass. She straightened it out for me to grab, “ That's the picture of the person that's making me miserable, he is my ex - fiancee.” I brow shot up immediately and I stared down to see the idiot that was making my Teddy life miserable and I was more than shocked when I saw my bloody brother on the picture.

The word slipped out before I could stop it, disbelief flooding my chest. “Are you crazy?” I added quickly, shaking my head as I took a step back. “You’re my ex-husband’s brother.” "Stepbrother." He corrected. “That makes it better,” he added without hesitation, his tone almost amused, like he had already thought this through and decided it made perfect sense. I stared at him, completely thrown. “I know you want to make Sebastian pay,” he continued, leaning back slightly, watching me carefully. “I can help with that.”

Someone he'd hate. And then it hit her. The perfect name. The one person whose existence Marcus resented more than anyone. "Damien Cross," she said clearly. "I've been sleeping with Damien Cross." The lie hung in the air, enormous and impossible to take back. Marcus's face went white, then red. "You….my uncle? You're saying you've been fucking my uncle?" Uncle. Right. She'd forgotten that detail in her panic. Damien Cross wasn't just her opposing counsel. He was Marcus's estranged uncle, the self-made billionaire the family pretended didn't exist because he'd embarrassed them by actually working for his money.

“You're lying.” “No, I'm not.” I stepped closer to her. “You can have him. Honestly, I'm doing you a favor.” Her face reddened. “What did you just say?” “You heard me.” I smiled. “Congratulations, Lucy. You finally got the man you were fighting me over.” She looked furious. “You're such a—” “Just be careful what you wish for,” I interrupted. “You spent so much time trying to take him from me. Now that he's yours, I hope you enjoy him.”

He would win the battle, conquering every war. -I will order the transaction to be made to the bank account of “Carter Real Estate”. It is the real estate agency with the highest turnover in the world. - Brahim commented amused, receiving an immediate refusal from his brother. -I've got it sorted. I'll take care of diverting all the funds to a new bank account and leaving Bethany's account clean. - Please, brother. It's perfect, no one will suspect. Besides, Bethany doesn't even care about that company. - The youngest of the brothers argued.

“If your father remains in my captivity, I will torture him and kill him.” I maintained the exact same expression, just as I would in a poker game. My brother was part of the family business, but he hadn’t been mentioned once. He must have disappeared before they could get to him—and now they had no idea where he’d gone into hiding. He would never tell me, so it was pointless to ask. “I assumed. What do you want from me?” I didn’t have special skills or any interaction with the family business, so I didn’t have much to offer. Even my information was useless because I’d turned my back on the trade. That should be obvious to them—if they did their research. “We’ll make a trade with you,” Micah

As far as he knows, I'm just the random witch doctor/probable charlatan who is here to exploit his father's illness for money. What am I supposed to do, waltz up to him and say, "Hey, Marcus, I know you don't know me, but I squatted outside your father's secretary's office and overheard your brother and sister plotting to frame you for embezzlement to make your dad hate you and kick you out of the line of succession"?

"I'll go to Switzerland. Just keep the police away from her. Don't touch her." I felt the air leave the room. It was like someone had reached into my chest and finally straightened a bone that had been set wrong for years. The tears didn't sting; they just fell, hot and fast, landing on our joined hands. "He made it a trade," I choked out. "He traded your soul for my 'brand.'" "Look at the news ticker, Scar," Roman said, his voice shaking. I leaned forward. Below the audio clip, which was being replayed on every major news site, the comments were shifting. The public wasn't talking about the money anymore. They were talking about the cruelty.

There are only ten minutes left before the college application portal closes. I'm about to go to bed when my phone suddenly rings. The number is strange and untraceable. I answer. "Hello?" A hoarse male voice comes through the phone. "Adrian, your parents changed your college application!" I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice trembling. "I'm you, ten years from now." There is a crushing sense of despair in his voice. I don't believe him. "That's impossible!" He lets out a sigh. "Your brother bombed his exams, didn't he? Your parents changed your application to the same community college he applied to, all because they wanted to make him feel better. If y

If he didn’t get the message, that is his fucking business, but he’s telling him to back off. “Why,” “Because I said so,” Thomas slams his fist into the table. This astounds his brother and Xiao Zhan. “I am willing to accept any price you mention. I’m even willing to agree to all of your terms.” “Really, that would be wonderful,” Stefano says before Thomas can respond. If Thomas's eyes were laser beams, the glare he gives his brother could burn down a building. It’s bad enough that someone is trying to take what’s his, but his brother is willing to sell it off.