My Self-Proclaimed Brother Regrets After My Marriage
I was picked up by Rylan Lloyd, and everyone knew that I loved him uncontrollably.
When his one true love, Madeline Yates, was injured, I donated blood to her until I was completely exhausted.
When he and Madeline were having sex, I provided them with condoms.
When Madeline returned from abroad, he made me wait for him in the snow for three hours wearing only a thin dress, and I ended up getting pneumonia and falling into a coma.
Upon waking, I had lost my memory and stared blankly at Rylan, who stood by my hospital bed with a frosty stare.
"Who are you?"
His icy demeanor suddenly softened as he touched my head and said, "I'm your brother."
Rylan then called my long-time rival, Aydan Baxter, claiming he was my fiancé.
Later, as he wished, I married Aydan, and Rylan regretted it...
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Chapter 4
Rylan stepped forward and grabbed my hand, ordering forcefully, "Tessa, come back with me!"
"I'm not going back." I raised my head to meet his gaze, showing no trace of fear in my eyes. "Rylan, I'm not the same Tessa I used to be. You're neither my biological brother nor someone who truly cares about me. Why do you think you can control my life?"
"How dare you!" Rylan's emotions were completely out of control.
Aydan immediately stepped in front of me, his eyes cold and sharp as he looked at Rylan. "Rylan, don't go too far. If you dare lay a finger on Tessa, I will make Lloyd Group pay the price."
The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense.
I couldn't understand why Rylan was so angry. "Rylan, I don't get why you're so upset. Even when you made me suffer for Madeline, I never stopped you from pursuing your happiness. But now, I'm just with my fiancé, so why are you so furious?"
"It's different! Because you love me!" Rylan's words blurted out, but he was suddenly interrupted by Aydan.
"That's enough." Aydan interrupted Rylan's unfinished words, grabbing his wrist forcefully, making Rylan loosen his grip.
The two were about the same height, and their eyes met in the air, filled with hostility.
"Don't go too far." Aydan's gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Rylan's face went dark, and he shook off Aydan's hand, his chest heaving violently. "Aydan, this is between her and me. It's none of your business!"
"She's with me, which makes it my business."
Madeline stood nearby, looking pale and uneasy as she watched the scene unfold, wanting to step forward but too afraid to do so. She could only whisper, "Rylan, Tessa, let's talk it over calmly. Don't make a scene here."
Rylan's actions paused, his gaze dark and complex as he stared at Aydan, then at me, with an expression I couldn't decipher.
Madeline quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Rylan, let's go, let's not stay here..."
Rylan glared at me fiercely, then looked at Aydan, and was finally dragged away by Madeline, who was half-persuading him.
Before leaving, he threw out one last comment, "Tessa, you'll regret this!"
As the crowd gradually dispersed, the tension in the air finally eased.
I looked at Aydan's tense profile and couldn't help but tug at his sleeve, "What did he mean?"
Aydan turned around, the coldness in his eyes faded, and his tone was calm, "It's nothing, he's probably just angry and talking nonsense."
"But..." I wanted to ask more, feeling that Rylan's words held some hidden meaning.
"Don't think about it." Aydan interrupted my thoughts, "There's an important dinner party tonight. I need you to come with me."
At that moment, the questions I wanted to ask were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back. Perhaps Rylan was just saying things irrationally because he was so angry.
After all, he had been selfish and domineering, and he probably couldn't stand the fact that I, who used to be completely obedient to him, no longer paid attention to him.
I nodded with a smile, "Sure, I'll go with you."
When I got home and dressed up, I was only greeted by the driver he sent.
The driver told me that Aydan received an urgent project and would be late. He asked the driver to take me there first.
The car smoothly entered the parking lot of the banquet venue. I walked into the banquet hall alone.
As soon as I entered, I felt a burning gaze on my back.
Turning around, I saw Rylan standing not far away, with Madeline by his side.
His gaze bore into me with a smoldering anger.
I ignored him, turned away, and picked up a glass of juice.
Ahead, someone exclaimed, "Someone threw several luxury watches into the swimming pool!"
I didn't want to join the commotion.
Just as I was about to turn around, Madeline suddenly appeared from nowhere and grabbed my wrist, pulling me sharply toward the pool.
"Tessa, I slipped!" She screamed, her body falling into the water, dragging me with her.
The cold pool water swallowed us both immediately.
I choked on a mouthful of water.
In the chaos, I struggled to free myself from her grip, using all my strength to swim to the edge.
Just as I grabbed the side of the pool, I saw Rylan jumping into the water without hesitation, swimming towards Madeline.
I didn't look back, gritted my teeth, and climbed onto the shore.
I barely took a few steps when Rylan's angry shout came from behind, "Tessa! Did you push Madeline into the water on purpose? Apologize to her!"
I stood soaking wet, shivering from the cold, waiting for the attendant's shawl.
"Apologize?" I snorted, brushing water off my face with irritation, "She pulled me down. If anyone should apologize, it's her!"
Madeline had just been pulled out of the pool by Rylan, lying soaked in his arms.
Hearing my words, she immediately burst into tears, pointing at me with a heart-wrenching cry, "Tessa pushed me into the pool on purpose. I was just talking to her, trying to clear up any misunderstandings, but she pushed me into the pool."
I couldn't stand her hypocritical act any longer, so amidst the surprised gasps of the crowd, I kicked Madeline back into the swimming pool. "What I care about is whether you, such a bitch, can stay away from me!"
Madeline shrieked and thrashed about in the water, while Rylan's face turned dark with anger.
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, turning around and jumping into the pool again to frantically rescue Madeline.
Once they both climbed out of the pool, drenched, Rylan immediately sent Madeline to a guest room to change clothes.
I, too, wrapped myself in a shawl, watching this spectacle coldly.
Moments later, Rylan returned quickly, his eyes bloodshot, staring at me. "You didn't lose your memory, did you? You're jealous because I like Madeline, jealous of the attention she gets from me, so you keep targeting her. When you used to chase after me, you used such clumsy tactics to attract my attention. It's disgusting!"
His words were malicious, but I sneered.
Just then, Aydan cut through the crowd and rushed over.
Clearly having just received the news, he hurriedly came over.
As soon as he saw me, his face darkened, and he quickly walked to my side. "Tessa, are you alright?"
I didn't respond, turning to look at him.
In Aydan's surprised gaze, I gently pushed him aside a bit, then reached up to grab his collar, reaching up to kiss him.
The moment we kissed, everything around us fell silent.
I released him and pulled out the marriage certificate from Aydan's pocket, holding it up high for Rylan to see.
"Rylan, see? Aydan and I are married. Now I love him, only him. You and that bitch mean nothing to me."
Seeing the marriage certificate, Rylan became angrier.
He stared at the certificate intensely, "What did you say? You're married?"
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But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
8.0
My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back.
But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace.
"Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around."
I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
9.3
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm.
My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me.
He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised.
Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress.
That betrayal was just the beginning.
When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate.
He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride.
He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die.
He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast.
I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned.
Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place.
I stopped waiting for him to come home.
I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night.
Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake.
But he's too late.
Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises.
He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.
7.8
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8.2
After two years of love and unwavering commitment to her mate Adrian, Amelia's world shatters when she finds Adrian, cheating on her with his ex-fated mate, Mara. The pain deepens when she is framed for a crime she didn't commit, and forced to leave the pack she once called home. Yet, as time passes and Adrian's regrets grow, he embarks on a desperate quest to find Amelia and win her back.
Years later, Amelia has rebuilt her life as a successful medical doctor, only to find herself drawn to Alex Darlington, a charming and caring doctor who turns out to be none other than Adrian's stepbrother. But when their bond grows undeniable, Amelia must face the shocking truth-Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, is now the one asking for her forgiveness. Torn between her past love and her new feelings for Alex, Amelia's heart is pulled in two directions.
As Adrian fights to reclaim the woman he lost, he must confront his own mistakes and battle the darkness inside. But when Alex's true motives come to light, Amelia must decide who is truly worthy of her love, and whether she can find a future with the man who shattered her heart-or the one who might just heal it.
In a world where loyalty is tested, love is fragile, and betrayal runs deep, will Amelia find peace, or will she be forced to choose between two men who will stop at nothing to claim her heart?
Settings : Moonstone Pack, Present Day, Human World, New York City, Present Day, 21st Century.