Loving The Wrong Brother

Loving The Wrong Brother

lawalelizabeth167 · Ongoing · 32.7k Words

840
Hot
840
Views
0
Added
Add to Shelf
Start Reading
Share:facebooktwitterpinterestwhatsappreddit

Introduction

By eighteen, Lily had already lived in more houses than she could remember, each one belonging to a different man her mother married and later left behind.

Now her mother had dragged her to a quiet neighborhood, but the neighborhood had problems of its own.

Next door lived the Walker family. Lewis, the kind boy who quickly became Lily’s closest friend, and Andrew, his older brother, a grumpy teacher who made it painfully clear she should stay away from him. Despite the clear signs, Lily developed feelings for Andrew.

As Lily struggled to choose between the brother that loved her and the brother she loved, she began to discover secrets about their family. Secrets that brought pain from the past and danger to their future.

Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Lily and my life is a rollercoaster of drama.

Aside from the time I was sent away to boarding school when I was twelve, this would be the third time Martha and I were leaving a man’s house behind.

Martha is my mother. At least, biologically.

But the word mother had always felt too warm for what she was to me. The word was too comforting and too loving for her.

Martha had never really cared about me. Not in the way mothers in movies do. The ones who asked about your day, remembered your favorite food, or sat beside you when things fell apart.

She cared about appearances. She cared about survival. She cared about whatever shiny new life she thought she deserved next.

But me?

I was more like the luggage she dragged along from one destination to another.

Her pattern had always been the same. She would meet a man. She would marry him quickly. We would move into his house like we belonged there. For a year or two, everything would look perfect from the outside.

Then something happens.

A fight. A betrayal. A secret. Or at least that’s what Martha always claimed.

Next thing I know, we’re packing again. Another man erased from our lives like he never existed.

And somehow, I was always the one paying the price.

Because of Martha’s reckless life choices, I missed school twice already.

Not a few weeks or few months. I missed the entire year, twice.

Two different times I had to stay home while my life stood still. While other people my age moved forward. While I sat alone with textbooks, teaching myself because my mother was too busy rebuilding whatever new version of her life she wanted next.

Now here we are again.

Another car ride to a fresh start like she called it.

But to me, it was another lie dressed up as an opportunity.

Except this time, instead of moving into another man’s house we’re driving toward the one she bought herself.

With money she definitely didn’t earn. The money she took from her ex-husband before walking away from that marriage.

Martha called it “a settlement.”

I called it stolen money because that's what it was.

And apparently that stolen money just bought us a house in the quiet little neighborhood she keeps insisting will be perfect for me.

As if stability was something you could just purchase with someone else’s bank account.

I leaned my head against the window as the car rolled forward.

I might be moving into a new neighborhood and a new house. But it will always be the same Martha and the same reckless life.

“You know why I chose this place,” she said, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road, “I actually grew up around here.”

I didn’t answer her. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with her but she kept talking anyway.

“This neighborhood used to be everything when we were younger. Safe, friendly… everyone knew everyone. I always thought if I had a child, this is the kind of place I’d want them to grow up in.”

I'd be eighteen in a few months and she's talking about growing up. I'm a grown up and no environment could influence anything in my life anymore. It's just another place to pretend that we're normal.

Martha continued like she was giving me a motivational speech.

“I bought this house for you, Lily. I wanted you to have stability,” she said.

I turned my head slowly and looked at her.

“For me?”

She nodded proudly. “Yes. I thought you deserved somewhere peaceful and permanent. You won't have to be moving around anymore.”

I scoffed.

“Wow.”

She frowned, her gaze moved from the road to me. “What?” she asked.

“I don’t remember asking you to move us here.”

Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

“Lily,” she started but I didn't give her the chance to say more.

“And I definitely don’t remember asking you to marry three different men and drag me along every time it didn’t work out.”

“You can't say that to your mother,” she said.

“Maybe my mother should stop using me as an excuse to get her own goals,” I snapped.

Martha inhaled slowly like she was practicing patience.

“I know the past few years haven’t been easy,” she said carefully. “But everything I’ve done has been for you.”

This particular statement was her memory verse.

I looked back out the window.

“Sure,” I muttered, hoping she would just shut up and drive.

“You needed a home,” she continued. “You needed a place where you could finally settle down and focus on school. That’s why I bought this house.”

And her voice had that tone again. The one she used when she wanted to sound like the perfect mother.

I didn’t buy it. The last time I bought it was when she abandoned me in a boarding school.

I didn't respond.

The car hummed softly as we passed another line of perfectly built houses.

“You can't keep quiet, Lily,” she said. “It is called a conversation.”

I turned to her. “What else do you want me to say? I asked. “Thank you for getting yourself a house after divorce number three?” I said that quietly.

But she heard and her jaw tightened instantly..

“Lily.”

“What?” I shrugged slightly. “I’m just keeping track of everything you do. Someone had to remind you.”

She exhaled sharply.

“For someone who stayed home for two years, I thought you’d be grateful I’m giving you another chance to finish school properly.”

That one hit harder than I expected, but I didn't respond.

The car turned one last corner.

Then the estate opened up fully. Long, quiet streets with perfectly trimmed lawns and rows of houses that looked almost exactly the same.

The car slowed as we turned into the estate, the tires crunching softly over the gravel road. I stared out the window, watching rows of identical houses pass by like they were copied and pasted from the same blueprint.

Martha tapped the steering wheel as if she was proud of the place.

After a few minutes, she finally pulled into a driveway and stopped the car.

“There,” she said softly.

I looked up.

A neat two-story house stood in front of us with white walls and large windows. The lawn was freshly cut, and the front porch had two small flower pots.

She turned off the engine and looked at me. Her expression shifted from proud to serious.

“Listen to me, Lily.”

I didn’t respond but I met her gaze.

“I know you’re upset. I know you think I’ve made mistakes, but we’re here now because this is our new start.”

Her eyes searched mine for understanding, but I gave her an expressionless stare.

“So do me a favor when we get out of this car.”

She paused.

“Be a nice girl and lose that bitchy attitude. It doesn't suit you.”

I stared at her for a moment before looking at the house again.

Something about the place made my stomach twist, but I had no choice than to accept the perfect opportunity my mother was giving me.

I stepped out of the car and shut the door. Martha did the same.

“Welcome home, Lily,” she said.

Last Chapters

You Might Like 😍

Surrendering to Destiny

Surrendering to Destiny

714.7k Views · Completed · Allison Franklin
Catherine is not only a rogue half-breed, she is also the result of mate-bond infidelity, was abandoned as a baby and, to top it off, she can only shift during the full moon. When Catherine left the only pack she'd ever known in order to escape the new alpha, the last thing she expected was to find her mate... let alone for him to be the mouth-watering, heavily tattooed, lead warrior of the most feared lycan pack on the continent.

Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.

From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.

Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully

Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully

241.9k Views · Completed · Xena Kessler
An original story by Xena Kessler
My back hit the desk. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Girls like you don't get to dream about guys like Kai." Bella's breath was hot on my face. "You don't get to write pathetic love letters."
She shoved me again. Harder.
"Maybe if you weren't such a desperate little—"
I fell. My head cracked against the corner.
Warmth trickled down my neck. Blood.
Their laughter turned to gasps.
The door slammed.
I tried to stand. Couldn't. The room was spinning, fading to black.
Someone... please...
Angelina, the most powerful Alpha who conquered forty-nine packs, dies in a yacht explosion—only to wake up as Aria Sterling, a fifteen-year-old Omega's daughter who just died from bullying.
The original Aria's life was a nightmare. Humiliated when golden boy Kai Matthews posted her love letter online, then shoved to death by his girlfriend Bella Morrison. But that's not all her family faces:
"You got until Monday," the tattooed gangster sneered at Aria's mother. "Ten grand cash. Or I'm taking collateral—your kids' organs fetch top dollar. That pretty daughter of yours? She could make us money another way too."
Now Angelina's lethal combat skills awaken in this fragile body. No more hiding. No more fear.
Armed with an Alpha's ruthlessness and a mysterious blood-red pendant, she'll dismantle everyone who hurt this family—one calculated move at a time.
Goddess Of The Underworld

Goddess Of The Underworld

694.1k Views · Completed · Sheridan Hartin
Left at a pack border with a name and a stubborn heartbeat, Envy grows into the sharpest kind of survivor, an orphaned warrior who knows how to hold a line and keep moving. Love isn’t in the plan…until four alpha wolves with playboy reputations and inconveniently soft hands decide the girl who won’t bow is the only queen they’ll ever take. Their mate. The one they have waited for. Xavier, Haiden, Levi, and Noah are gorgeous, lethal, and anything but perfect and Envy isn’t either. She’s changing. First into hell hound, Layah at her heels and fire in her veins. Then into what the realm has been waiting for, a Goddess of the Underworld, dragging her mates down to hell with her.

When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

1.9m Views · Ongoing · Jaylee
Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, "You think I don't want you?" He pushes his hips forward, grinding into the back of my ass and I groan. "Really?" He chuckles.

"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."

I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.

Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."


New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.

Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates

When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.

But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
From Substitute To Queen

From Substitute To Queen

1.1m Views · Completed · Hannah Moore
For three years, Sable loved Alpha Darrell with everything she had, spending her salary to support their household while being called an orphan and gold-digger. But just as Darrell was about to mark her as his Luna, his ex-girlfriend returned, texting: "I'm not wearing underwear. My plane lands soon—pick me up and fuck me immediately."

Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.

Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.

In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?

From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
Alpha Twins' Mate's broken Human

Alpha Twins' Mate's broken Human

165.2k Views · Ongoing · dragonsbain22
Chiara was raised in the orphanage of the Silver Aspen pack. Not an overly large Pack, but a strong Pack. As a human, she takes the brunt of the pack's bullying, especially the "Ranked Squad" as she calls them. When she turns 18 earlier than she thought, and gets a wolf, will she be able to accept what she is after all the abuse? Accept her wolf? And accept the Twins as her mates? Or will she retreat into herself and leave the Twins struggling to reach her to make things right? Read along to find out.
A Lesson in Magic

A Lesson in Magic

232.7k Views · Completed · Kit Bryan
One day I'm dealing with cranky toddlers and parents who work too much to actually parent, the next my life is turned upside down and I'm working in a bar for supernaturals. I might not know how to mix drinks, but strangely enough the skills needed to deal with misbehaving children seem to work well enough on vampires, werewolves and even witches. The good news is this job is interesting and hey, my boss might be a demon but I'm pretty sure that under all the grumpy expressions he is a total softie. The bad news is that humans aren't supposed to know about all this magic stuff and so now I'm magically bound to this bar until I can convince them that I won't go telling everyone. Or I die, whichever comes first. Sadly dying is seeming more and more likely because someone is after me. I don't know who or why but they are dangerous and they have magic. So I'll domy best to survive, and if that means spending some extra time with my scary but gorgeous boss then so be it. I'll convince him to trust me if it's the last thing I do.
Claimed by the Alpha's Love

Claimed by the Alpha's Love

184.9k Views · Completed · Riley
I'm Tori, a so-called "murderer" who has just walked out of prison.
Four years ago, Fiona's meticulously planned conspiracy turned me from an ordinary omega into a prisoner carrying the weight of a murder charge.
Four years later, I return to a world that has changed beyond recognition.
My best friend Fiona, who is also my stepsister, has become the perfect daughter in my mother's eyes. And my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, is about to hold a high-profile mating ceremony with her.
The love, family bonds, and reputation that I once cherished have all been taken by Fiona.
Just when I had reached my breaking point, questioning the very purpose of my existence, the legendary Alpha Lucas of Moonhaven suddenly appeared in my life.
He is powerful and enigmatic, a figure that all werewolves hold in awe.
Yet, he shows an extraordinary persistence and tenderness towards me.
Is Lucas's appearance a gift from fate, or the start of another conspiracy?
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf

Rise of the Banished She-Wolf

332.9k Views · Completed · Lily
"White wolf! Kill that monster!"
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

510.3k Views · Completed · Jessica C. Dolan
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.
The Forbidden Throb

The Forbidden Throb

161.7k Views · Completed · Riley
They say your life can change in a heartbeat.
Mine changed in the time it took to open a door.
Behind it: my fiancé Nicholas with another woman.
Three months until our wedding. Three seconds to watch it all burn.
I should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done anything except stand there like a fool.
Instead, I heard the devil himself whisper in my ear:
"If you're willing, I could marry you."
Daniel. The brother I was warned about. The one who made Nicholas look like a choir boy.
He leaned against the wall, watching my world implode.
My pulse thundered. "What?"
"You heard me." His eyes burned into mine. "Marry me, Emma."
But as I stared into those magnetic eyes, I realized something terrifying:
I wanted to say yes to him.
Game on.
The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate

The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate

301.7k Views · Completed · Ray Nhedicta
I can't breathe. Every touch, every kiss from Tristan set my body on fire, drowning me in a sensation I shouldn't have wanted—especially not that night.
"You're like a sister to me."
Those were the actual words that broke the camel's back.
Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other's arms.
I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn't cross.
He wasn't just anyone, he was my brother's best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting.
But that night... we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real...so I begged him to touch me.
To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind.
And he did. He held me like I was something fragile.
Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe.
Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could.
So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain.
Now, five years later, I'm back.
Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold.
And the man waiting for me at the airport isn't my brother.
It's Tristan.
And he's not the guy I left behind.
He's a biker.
An Alpha.
And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.