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Sebastian admitted during dinner, “this is the most peaceful conversation we’ve had in months.” Ivy blinked. “What?” He gave a small awkward laugh. “You usually spend most dates talking about popularity rankings or social drama.” Guilt twisted painfully inside her, because tonight he was accidentally talking to the real twin not Scarlett. As the night continued, Sebastian looked at her differently, like he was finally seeing someone worth knowing, by the time they slow danced beneath golden lights, Ivy’s heart was already doomed. “You smell like vanilla tonight,” Sebastian murmured quietly. Scarlett wore floral perfume, Ivy froze, Sebastian’s eyes met hers and something shifted between them,

She didn’t know what to expect, but she hoped she could at least stay invisible today. Of course, Astrid had other plans. “I need you to handle the Frenschi canvas series,” Astrid said, crossing her arms. “Take it to the south wing, have it arranged according to the brochure.” Irene blinked. “Which brochure?” Astrid raised a brow. “Don’t tell me you forgot already.” “I—I’ll handle it.” But something went wrong. The canvas was installed upside down, mislabelled. A handful of visitors noticed. Whispers began.

Finally, the misunderstanding was cleared up. ... "I'm going to change into my pajamas–" "Hey, don't!" However, it was too late. Edmund had flung open the wardrobe.

Where was I that day? The memory flooded back. That day, Vanessa wanted a pair of limited-edition heels from a Fifth Avenue boutique. I had them shut the store down just for us. Vanessa had pouted. "Honey, I don't want to be bothered by business. Turn your phone off, okay?" I looked at her beautiful face, smiled, and shut it off. For six hours. In the six hours I cut myself off from the world to make my mistress smile, my wife was bleeding out on a surgical table, losing our child.

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

On the other side of the phone, Cynthia bellowed: "oh my god, then quickly find a place to hide. Let me ask you, have you offended someone?" Thinking about it, she said, "No, what's wrong?" "Just as I was preparing to follow up on the movie, there was a knock on the door. As soon as I opened the door, three girls rushed in and angrily said that they wanted to find you. I said that you no longer lived in the dorm, so they asked me where you lived. "

Weapons she had never seen nor heard of. "What's the time?" He asked her. She pulled out her phone. "forty minutes past eight." "Wrong. What's the time, Sandra?" "Twenty minutes to nine?" Anthony's groan filled the room. "What time is it?" She looked at him, blankly. "It's revenge time,baby"

FRIDAY Mr Wrong: If this is your idea of foreplay, baby, you’re about to see just how dark I can get. — SATURDAY (the day of the wedding) Mr Wrong: I am going to ruin you. SUNDAY (morning) Mr Wrong: You’re either the cruelest tease I’ve ever met, or something’s not right with me. LATER Mr Wrong: When I find you, you'll wish I didn't. Mr Wrong: Where are you, little kitten? Mr Wrong: Begging to be hurt, are you? _ At some point, I left my bed and came to stand by the window, looking down at the gardens below. The sun was on its descent and the sky was turned in orange and pink shades. I didn’t know for how long I stood there, but at some point another presence joined me.

as laser beams flew across the screen. I snorted into my drink. Ethan cackled beside me. Mr. Wright… blinked. “I already hate this,” he muttered. Ten minutes in, a robot chef fell in love with a space goat. Twenty minutes in, the space pirate bride got possessed by a time-traveling AI ex-boyfriend. Thirty minutes in, things went off the rails. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos — after the exploding moons and the space-chicken wedding crashers — the movie slowed.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________