Forbidden: My Husband's Brother

I never belonged here. To the Hall family, I was a gold digger who married their son for wealth. And their hatred only deepened when he died and I was framed for his murder. Pregnant and locked behind bars, I was ready to give up. Until a deal was offered... My freedom in exchange for a marriage of convenience to my dead husband's brother. I had no choice but to accept. I needed my freedom... to protect my child, to find the real killer and to find who framed me for his death. But how can I search for the truth when the murderer might be living under the same roof... sharing the same bed?

Chapters

Chapter 3

Jessica's POV

“She's right where she deserves to be,” I said, reminiscing the pale look on Reyna's face.

I'd waited so long to get back at her for stealing Jeremy from me.

Jeremy was my groom from the very beginning, I never liked him but my mother convinced me into the arranged marriage because of his status.

I was in love with someone else, but I wanted to keep Jeremy too, cause he had the power and luxury that my lover didn't have.

But Reyna, out of nowhere told Jeremy about my plans. She ruined my chances with Jeremy and also made Daniel break up with me.

The embarrassment I faced from both men stuck with me for so long, that I found it difficult to show my face in public places, afraid that I'd be recognized by someone who had witnessed the drama that day.

After playing the innocent girl, she snatched Jeremy away from me. And I couldn't do anything about it.

I watched both of them play the perfect couple, leaving me to pretend like I was happy with their alliance.

To think my mother even forced me to help Reyna get dressed for her wedding now made my blood boil.

I wouldn't blame her, she wanted the best for me but I couldn't let Daniel go. I loved him yet I lost him eventually.

I was basking in heartbreak and rejection until Jeremy's sudden death. And I seized the opportunity to punish Reyna for the humiliation she caused me.

What better way than get her arrested for his death? Even though I was aware of how everything played out.

Growing up, she claimed to be so smart. So it made me feel giddy seeing that she can't get herself out of this, I was one step ahead for once!

I tied my hair into a ponytail, adjusting my blue top as I stared at myself in the mirror. I applied some light make-up as I prepared myself to go out.

Just then, my phone rang.

I picked it up, my lips turning up as I stared at the caller's ID.

“Hi boss, funny how I was getting dressed to come see you,” I said.

“That’s cute, I can't wait to have you bent over. Anyways, I called to commend your efforts on the job,” a baritone voice came from the other end.

“I couldn't have done without you, you know,” I smiled at myself while staring at my reflection.

Accusing Reyna of such a crime wouldn't have been possible without the edited evidence and it was all thanks to my accomplice.

“Right. But there's a problem,” My pulse quickened upon hearing that.

I lifted a brow, curios to know what the problem was.

“What's the issue boss?”

“I think she's been released on bail,” He said.

My fingers curled into fists, “What?! How?!”

“Nicholas Hall. She was with him.”

I turned away from the mirror, my body facing the window.

“Has he lost his mind? She's literally been accused of his brother's death and he released her?” I thundered, not knowing how to express the disappointment I was feeling.

“Calm down Jess. I think he's plotting something, we have to act fast.” His voice dripping with urgency.

A slow hum came out of my lips as my jaws clenched, “You're closer to him than I am, you can figure out what he's plotting. In the mean time, I'd find something to do about Reyna.”

“Great. I'll get back to you soon.” And with that, the call got disconnected.

My heart raced as my mind replayed the news I just received.

Why did he release her? He was supposed to be against her like the rest of the family?

Does this mean he doesn't think she did it? Or he has a love interest for her?

“Ugh, this wretched Reyna just knows how to capture the heart of the rich!” I hissed, throwing my fist in the air.

My body trembled, as my intrusive thoughts kicked in.

‘What if he found out about the conspiracy?’

‘Worse, what if he discovered someone in the family was working with me to ruin Reyna?’

I shook my head in a fit to clear the thoughts, there's no way that could have happened. The boss is too smart to be caught this soon.

But now that it has gotten to this, I might as well play another disturbing card.

My lips curled up into a smirk, “So what if she's now with Nicholas? I'll make sure to ruin whatever is going on between the two.”

I wasn't going to stop.

I didn't plan to stop.

Not until I witness Reyna's downfall.

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The Manhattan skyline stretched before me like a glittering promise, each building a monument to ambition and desire. I gripped the edge of the rooftop railing, my knuckles white against the cold metal, as the truth crystallized in my chest like ice. Behind me, my twenty-second birthday party continued without its guest of honor — laughter and clinking glasses carrying on the night air, oblivious to the fact that my world had just imploded. Thiago was late. Again. The story of our relationship in a single sentence. I'd stepped away from the celebration to call him, my phone already in hand when I noticed the voicemail. He must have called while I was mid-conversation with Simone about her latest job opportunity. I pressed play, expecting his usual excuses — work emergency, traffic, some reason why he couldn't make it to yet another milestone in our five years together. "Mayaaa," his voice came through, low and intimate, the kind of tone he used when he thought no one else was listening.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

Dead Wife Walking_ The Billionaire's New Obsession

7.8

I installed the baby monitor to hear Lucas studying for his bar exam. Instead, I heard my husband planning my murder with his mistress. "A brake line failure looks completely accidental... That ravine is a hundred-foot drop." My pulse raced as they discussed my inheritance—my death would make them millionaires. Tomorrow night, they'll sabotage my car's brakes, expecting me defenseless. They have no idea I'm about to become their worst nightmare.

Billionaire Mystery Romance

7.8

His Mother Offered Me Millions to Leave Him

7.8

The check slid across the table with the same casual precision Victoria used for everything else in her life. Five million dollars, written in ink so black it looked like it might bleed into the ivory paper. The Manhattan penthouse stretched around us, all glass and steel and the kind of silence that costs money to maintain. I watched the check come to rest against the white tablecloth and felt something sharp and familiar unfurl in my chest. "Five million," Victoria said, her voice carrying the crisp authority of old money. "Disappear from my son's life, Ms. Reed. Consider it a fair price for the inconvenience." She didn't touch her water glass. Didn't fidget. Just sat there like she was conducting a board meeting, which I supposed she was.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Husband Loses All for Student

8.8

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times, its somber tones echoing through our silent house. I'd been tossing and turning for hours, the empty space beside me growing colder as the night wore on. Rowan hadn't come to bed again. I wrapped my silk robe around my shoulders and padded down the hallway toward the soft glow emanating from his study. The door was ajar, and I paused before pushing it open, my heart already knowing what I'd find. Rowan hunched over his desk, his tall frame curved like a question mark, fingers flying across his keyboard. The blue light from his computer screen cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the dark circles under his eyes. Empty coffee cups littered the surface of his desk—three, no, four of them—alongside scattered papers covered in handwriting that wasn't his. "You're still up," I said softly, though it wasn't really a question. He didn't look up.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

My Husband Risked My Life to Protect His Mistress

8.4

The weight of the golden statue in my hands felt surreal. I'd dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl, watching the Oscars on our secondhand TV while Sophia painted in her sketchbook beside me. Now, standing in the Dolby Theatre, the spotlight warm on my face, I finally felt like I'd made something of myself. "Thank you," I began, my voice steady despite the emotion swelling in my chest. "This means more than I can express. To anyone who's ever felt invisible—this is for you." The audience applauded. I caught Ian's eye in the front row, his proud smile making my heart flutter. My husband of three years, the man who'd swept me off my feet and promised me forever. "I want to thank my husband, Ian Nelson, who believed in me when—" A collective gasp rippled through the theater. Hundreds of phones lit up simultaneously, their screens glowing in the darkness like stars.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

9.3

For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

Forbidden: My Husband's Brother

Chapter 3

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