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 5
Rylan's gaze was fixed on the marriage certificate, his eyes swirling with shock, anger, and a hint of panic he hadn't even realized was there.
He took a step forward, his tall frame trembling slightly from the intense emotional turmoil. "Tessa, tell me, this isn't true! How could you dare to do this? How could you marry someone else?"
The surrounding guests had already fallen silent.
The quiet setting made Rylan's disheveled state and my calm demeanor stand out even more starkly.
Rylan's voice suddenly lowered, "No matter how I treated you before, you always stayed by my side. You said you would always wait for me to marry you. Now that you've lost your memory, does that mean you can betray me?"
His words made me frown, a sense of absurdity welling up inside. "Wait for you to marry me? Rylan, are you out of your mind?"
My eyes brimmed with disdain. "I may not remember the past, but I know clearly that you are like a brother to me. Don't you find it ridiculous to say such things now?"
Rylan froze in place, as if he had lost all his strength, and his face instantly turned pale.
In his mind, even if I had lost my memory, I should still hold a place for him in my heart.
After all, the old me was so devotedly following him and sacrificing everything for him.
But the confusion, detachment, and contempt in my eyes were so real, as if I were looking at a raving madman.
This denial pained him more than any harsh words.
It seemed the word "brother" struck a nerve. "I am not your brother. Tessa, have you forgotten how you used to treat me? To stay by my side, you were willing to sacrifice all your dignity, crying and begging me not to send you away. You even..."
"Stop!" I interrupted him, my expression turning cold. "Rylan, can you stop? Listening to this is just disgusting."
I didn't believe a word he said. Who knew if it was a lie he concocted to stop me from marrying Aydan?
"Even if what you're saying is true, it means I was blind to the truth before, but now I've come to my senses. You're my brother in name only. There's no possibility of any other kind of relationship between us. You've never cared about me. I can feel that even with amnesia." I shrugged, taking Aydan's hand. "But none of that matters because I never cared if you cared about me."
Rylan's face turned from pale to dark.
He opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss for words.
He had become accustomed to my previous submissive and ingratiating behavior, accustomed to me revolving my life around him, so much so that when I finally treated him like a stranger, he was at a loss.
"I gave you the best life!" Rylan shouted, trying to awaken my memory. "Without me, you would have starved on the streets!"
"Well, I am very grateful for your past kindness." I nodded calmly, pulling a black card from Aydan's pocket and placing it into Rylan's suit pocket.
"The money on this card should be enough to repay you for taking me in back then. Now we're even. From now on, we owe each other nothing and have no further ties." I patted his pocket and stepped back.
Rylan stood stiffly in place.
He had never imagined that his past kindness would be repaid so bluntly with money, which was the greatest insult to him.
Just as he was about to argue further, Aydan stepped forward, shielding me behind him. "Alright, let's not waste time here. I'll take you to try on wedding dresses."
I nodded with a smile, leaving with him.
Rylan watched our intertwined hands, a surge of jealousy and unwillingness he had never felt before rising in his heart.
Whether it was vanity or the desire to destroy what he couldn't have, he simply couldn't bear to see me get married.
"Tessa, as long as I am around, I won't let you two have your way!" He spat out this harsh warning, his chest heaving with barely contained rage.
With that, Rylan turned sharply.
As he passed, guests stepped aside, none daring to meet his gaze.
Not until Rylan's silhouette completely disappeared did the surrounding guests dare to speak again.
I couldn't comprehend Rylan's anger and unwillingness.
In my understanding, we were merely siblings in name, and even that title was false.
I never had any feelings for him, so naturally, his emotions wouldn't affect me.
This scene felt more like an inconsequential farce.
Once Rylan's figure vanished from the banquet hall, I relaxed slightly and turned to Aydan. "Aydan, thank you for helping me out earlier."
Aydan glanced sideways at me, avoiding my eyes. "You don't have to be so polite with me. I'm your husband, and protecting you is my duty."
At the bridal shop, the staff warmly guided us to the VIP section.
A row of wedding dresses hung on the racks, each one exquisitely dazzling.
I picked up a mermaid-style wedding dress and went into the fitting room, but after putting it on, I found I couldn't zip up the back.
I was about to call for an assistant when I heard Aydan's voice from outside. "Need some help?"
I hesitated for a moment, but then I opened the door a crack. "It seems... I can't zip it up."
He pushed the door open and stood behind me.
We were very close. I could smell his faint scent, and my heart inexplicably quickened.
"All done." His voice echoed in my ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible desire.
I turned to face him, but he quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush coloring his ears, his tone slightly awkward. "It looks great. Really suits you."
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I suddenly felt dazed.
I stepped forward, looking up at him. "Aydan, have you known me for a long time?"
And perhaps... He liked me?
His body instantly froze, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he regained his composure. "You'll find out eventually."
Since he didn't want to say, I didn't press further.
But my heart was beating faster and faster.
Later, when my memory returned, I learned that Aydan had known me for a long time—so long that even when I was still infatuated with Rylan, he had already secretly harbored feelings for me.
He agreed to a sham marriage with me because he was afraid I would be hurt by Rylan again.
He prepared the black card in advance to ensure I wouldn't suffer under Rylan's moral coercion.
He didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that after I regained my memory and learned about his love for me, I would mock him.
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7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
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.