All Chapters of Marrying The Wrong Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a bride was supposed to look. Even if nothing else about today felt right. I had been awake since four in the morning. Not from nerves, or at least not the good kind. The kind that sits in your stomach like something is trying to warn you and you keep telling it to be quiet because everything has already been decided and there is no turning back at this point. I had sat on the edge of the hotel bed in my robe for an hour before my maid of honor found me and pulled me to the vanity chair and started on my hair. I walked down the aisle of the Grand Meridian ballroom with my chin up and my bouquet steady in both hands. The hall was full, every seat taken, every face turned toward me. The Del

He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and make this morning more complicated than it already was. I had arrived early, which was something I rarely did, but I had needed the ten minutes to sit quietly and remind myself that this was a practical decision and nothing else. Zane Della-Ross found me without looking around. Like he had already known exactly where I would be sitting. He crossed the room with the unhurried ease of a man who had never once felt out of place anywhere and sat down across from me without a word. I slide the file over the table. He gazed at it for a second before he opened it. I watched him slowly and steadily move his eyes over the first page as he read it as if he wanted to remember every word. He didn

"You can't just move me into your house without asking."Zane didn't even glance at me as the car pulled up to the gates. The estate sprawled beyond them like something out of a fever dream. It had sharp angles, floor-to-ceiling glass. And it was perched on a cliff that overlooked the city like it owned it."We're married," he said simply.The words landed like a slap. I hated how it sounded."The contract said public appearances. Dinners. Charity galas. Not, " I gestured at the house as I watched the way his hand was already reaching for the door handle. "Not this." I completed.He got out then, didn't argue or explain and just walked toward the entrance like he didn't hear me, or worse, like what I said didn't matter enough to warrant a response.I had no choice but to follow.The inside was colder than the outside. That was the first thing I noticed. It was massive with vaulted ceilings and marble floors that echoed when we walked across them. The house had windows that framed t

Yes, That’s right, Look. The conference room fell silent the moment I walked in. Every head and eye turned and tracked my movement from the door to the head of the table. I intentionally took my time walking through the room. I didn't rush because I knew exactly what I was about to do and knew the kind of commotion it was going to cost. Veronica was sitting three chairs away from me. The moment our eyes met her face changed from being in control to something intense. It was like she was already thinking about what she was going to get from me. I really want to see the look on her face when she finds out what is going on. She had no idea that I had something to use against her. The room was filled with people, including my father’s three trustees, the lawyer who had been handling my father’s will since he died and a secretary who was taking notes in the corner. Veronica was wearing a business suit, her hair was pulled back very tightly and her nicely done nails were

I Can’t believe he suggested a Honeymoon. I barely even know him!This was my thought process as I walked into my office at eight in the I morning. I had only one plan today and that was to work. I didn’t want to think about the honeymoon suggestion, carrot cake, white lilies or the way Zane said everything like he knew everything that was going to happen and I knew nothing.I am just going to work.The plan lasted four minutes.My desk had a folder on it that hadn't been there the night before. As I was trying to figure out what it contained, Maya came in, hovering near the door with an expression that clearly communicated that she had bad news to deliver and wasn't sure how I'd take it. That expression alone told me everything before I'd opened a single page.Inside the folder were fourteen printed screenshots, Industry blogs, a shareholder forum thread I recognized and two opinion pieces from publications that called themselves neutral but clearly weren't. All of them asking th