Novel & Cerita Young Brother-in-law Is Now My Husband

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’

He didn't move, just kept staring, then he walked to Mr and Mrs Alejandro and kissed them on the cheek. "Good evening mom and dad." He smirked. I gaped at him in shock, the realization that he was related to my husband had my heart beating quickly. I watched my husband clench his finger tightly as Xavier walked close to him. "Hi big brother." Xavier grinned, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "I thought you weren't in town." My husband said through clenched teeth, I noticed his hand balling into a fist. "I won't miss your wedding for anything and you have a beautiful wife." Xavier's expression met mine, his gaze lingering on me.

He's way more deserving of this rich in-law family. [I want my oldest son to divorce her and hand his place over to his younger brother. How should I do it?] Every word felt like a needle stabbing into my eyes. My hands started shaking. The IP address was local. My wife had given birth just seven days ago—she was still in her postpartum recovery. My younger brother, Kyle Miller, had just come back from the UK last month. He'd even asked me to help him find a job. That tone. Those phrases. Even the way she said "girl."

After we had our routine intimate session, I lay naked on the bed, still feeling the lingering sensations in my body. My husband, Gordon Zule, panted lightly beside me as he casually grabbed a few tissues. "Don't be so loud next time," he mentioned. I understood what he meant. Ever since his younger brother, Yoseph Zule, moved in a few days ago, having another young man in the house made things a bit inconvenient. It wasn't like before when we could be as uninhibited as we pleased.

The tension in the room was unmistakable after that, especially when I added, “Cut the act. We both knew that you were not my husband. You are my brother-in-law.” I elucidated for his benefit. Damian stubbornly shook his head. "You are my wife. There were witnesses when I married you." The awkward feeling from last night came back to assail me. It felt uncomfortable hearing him say that I am his wife because the way he said it struck something in me. Still, I reminded myself it was not true. "I am your brother's wife. You may have posed as him, but our marriage certificate bears his name." I scoffed.

He asked glancing between both of us. “I’m Noah Marsh. Lena’s husband and—” “Ex-husband, Noah,” I interrupted firmly, my fists clenching at my sides. “You’re no longer her husband,” I quickly chimed in, but he just glared at me, his face twisted with fury before he continued.

“You have to take up the mantle daughter-in-law.” “What mantle? Why isn’t anyone telling me anything?!” Her father-in-law took one last breath, “A marriage proposal with my second son, Maximof’s brother. You’re going to marry him.”

He leaned forward, peering at her with undisguised displeasure etched across his features. "Cut it out—don't you dare call me part of your 'family.' The very idea repulses me," he stated coldly, his voice devoid of warmth. "Remember, I hired you under a strict contract, and I pay you a fair salary for your services. Just because I still use the term 'sister-in-law' out of lingering respect for my older brother—who, for whatever reason, still views you as his wife—doesn't give you the right to claim we're family. That title is for his sake alone, not yours."

There was too much going on, and Riley didn’t need to know everything right now. “Gwendolyn!! That’s your ex-husband’s brother.”

I bit down a smile as my husband was put in his place by my man. "Come on, punch me again," Roman laughed maniacally, offering his face to Kaleb. "Do you think I don't know that the two of you have been fucking around? What sort of man sleeps with his brother's wife? Between me, who wanted to fuck her because she's mine, and you, who's fucking her while she's married to me, who has something wrong with them?" Roman continued laughing while his mother struggled to press his lip with tissue to arrest bleeding.