Falling For The Wrong Billionaire Brother
Ms.Maria · Ongoing · 36.4k Words
Introduction
Now, he's a billionaire CEO and the star hockey player of the Ice Vulture team… and Maya's husband.
But forever came crashing down with a scandal born from a betrayal too close to home.
Publicly humiliated. Emotionally destroyed.
Maya never meant to fall apart in a bar. And the billionaire she mistook for a stripper? He gave her more than comfort, he gave her a reason to feel again.
Someone who was never supposed to touch her… yet sets her soul on fire.
As secrets unravel and long-buried lies rise, Maya discovers the truth about the night that shattered her life, and the dark betrayal Ryder kept hidden all along.
And in the middle of it all…
She craves the wrong brother.
This isn't just heartbreak.
It's revenge, obsession, and a love that was never meant to happen.
But she's not the broken girl anymore.
She's the woman about to rewrite the ending they all wrote for her.
Chapter 1
My husband, Ryder Vale, was glowing on the red carpet tonight.
Camera flashes went off like fireworks. Paparazzi screamed his name.
Next to him, practically glued to his side, was Isla, the hockey team's cheerleader. Who's my step-sister.
Her left hand slid around My Ryder's waist. Her fingers trailed lightly down his back, like she owned him.
And from the way he smiled, she might as well have.
"Pathetic".
Isla leaned in close and whispered something into his ear, and he throws his head back, laughing.
He looks at her like she was the funniest person in the world.
I haven't seen him this happy in years.
Not since high school.
Back then, his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. Now, the light in them has grown dimmer; they're shining for someone else.
I wish I'd stopped it all—if only I'd had the chance to explain.
If only Ryder had given me a chance to prove I wasn't the one in those orchestrated clips.
I'd be the one standing in Isla's place tonight. But things had to happen.
Sigh…Until my last breath, the bonfire will forever be my worst… most regretful moment ever .
I will never forgive Helena for making my life this miserable—not now, not ever.
Around me, everyone was laughing.
I didn't get what was so funny. I whispered to myself, rolling my eyes, unable to hide the fury and hurt twisting my face.
Wait… could they be laughing at me? Of course they were. They had to be. They were watching the wife of the famous hockey player, standing frozen while her husband practically groped her step-sister in public—for the world to see.
I could practically hear the whispers, see the sneers.
Ryder has never stopped humiliating me since that incident years ago. The last time was during the finale match… and now this.
He should have taken the PR manager, or anyone else, to walk with him on the red carpet.
But no—he knew it would hurt me even more to see him with my step-sister, because I knew all too well she was more than just a co-worker.
The whispers behind me were getting louder.
"Do you think they'd be fucking tonight "Someone whispers behind me.
"Most definitely. Bet ice king would shift her uterus," someone else replies, and they both chuckle.
I don't move. I don't speak.
The knot in my stomach tightens with every breath.
I glance around, desperate for a distraction. Coffee… maybe if I grab a cup, I can disappear for a moment.
I weave through the crowd, careful not to draw attention, when I nearly bump into someone.
"Careful there," a familiar voice purrs. I glanced up to see Zara leaning against the counter, her eyes glinting with amusement .
"How's the show treating you Mrs. Vale?" She said, sidling up beside me with a drink in her hand and a smirk on her lips.
Zara, Vice President of Team Relations. Her position had always been just below mine—before Ryder turned me into a full-time housewife. In the movies, housewives were queens; in my case… not so much.
She always dressed to kill, always watching, always talking. She was the mouth of the hockey world. And right now, that mouth was mocking me.
I glanced at her, keeping my smile tight and bright.
"Oh, it's fantastic," I said, voice steady but thin. "I'm thrilled to see my husband's hard work paying off. And being rewarded with such an… honor."
The word tasted bitter, but I forced it out anyway.
She blinked, and her lips twitched like she was holding back a laugh.
Our attention shifts to the stage, where Ryder and Isla sway together, answering questions, sharing a mic—laughing like they're on some private date.
The crowd claps, giving them both a standing ovation.
I guess they're done with their little show.
No one seems to care that Ryder is still married.
Not the league.
Not the fans.
Not even the people who were supposed to have my back.
Zara gave me a long look, her tone softening like she'd just remembered I was human.
"Well… um." She shifted awkwardly, eyes darting back to the stage. "I should… head out. Catch you later, yeah?"
She didn't wait for a response.
She excuses herself.
I stood alone, clapping along with everyone else.
Pretending.
They were just about to step down from the stage when the crowd got louder.
A few fans screamed Ryder's name, waving phones and jerseys high.
Someone yelled, too close to the mic,
"Ice King!"—his stage name.
"You make a perfect match with Queen Bee, rather than that old hag of yours."
A few people laughed.
I was the "old hag" the motherfucker was talking about.
Ryder didn't flinch. He didn't even glance in my direction.
He just smirked. Isla giggled beside him, covering her mouth as if she were shy—but the look in her eyes said otherwise.
That's it… I can't take this bullshit any longer.
I push myself up, aggressive, my pulse pounding in my ears. The moment I move, the media swarm me like vultures.
"Mrs. Vale! Mrs. Vale!"
"How do you feel seeing your sister with your husband?"
"Is it true Isla had Ryder first, then you came in to steal him?"
"The tweet says you're a ghost in your marriage—making you a corpse bride?"
"Is it true, Mrs. Vale?"
The questions hit all at once. Flashbulbs blind me. The crowd presses in; I can barely move.
Microphones shove into my face. Phones record every second.
I push forward, my hands up, trying to escape.
My blood roars. I just… need… to… get out.
I finally got out. The door shut behind me, and I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
I ran to my car, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the handle. The media was still there following me.
I yanked the door open just in time, I got inside, before this monsters reached me
I drove fast. No music. Just the sound of my shaky breath and thundering heartbeat.
The car ride was silent, heavy. I was shaking, and tears kept slipping down my cheeks, even though I tried to hold them back.
A few minutes later, I pulled into the driveway. I sat there for a moment, staring at the door, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Then I forced myself out of the car.
I headed straight to the kitchen.
"Good evening, Madam," Tina, the house chef, said softly as I walked in.
"Hey… good evening," I replied, my voice tired, my eyes red and swollen.
"Ma'am… are you… okay?" she asked, hesitating.
"Absolutely," I said quickly, forcing a small smile. "I just need to eat something."
Tina didn't look convinced. She stood there, watching me, her hands stiff at her sides. I caught her staring, and she shivered before pretending to busy herself with something else.
I ignored her and opened the fridge.
"Argh… nothing in here entices me," I muttered.
I closed the fridge and went straight upstairs to my room.
I slammed the door behind me and collapsed onto the bed.
I screamed as loud as I could, trying to let go of the pain clawing at me from the inside.
My head keeps replaying the whole red carpet incident. I sit upright, shoulders trembling.
The sobs start again, bigger this time, and I can't stop them.
No… no, I've been through worse. I can't cry over this.
The pain of this can't even be compared to what I felt in prison—and even after I was bailed out by Luther.
I bite my lip, trying to think straight. What if… what if I prove myself to him? Maybe I could… wear something—lingerie, just for him?
No. No…
Crap!
Don't even think to that extent .
The last time I tried… I can still remember it vividly. He said, "Get your irritating stretch marks away from my presence."
Maybe I should just try now. Right?
I mean—this is for the sake of marriage, my life.
I should take the risk . I should do anything to save my marriage.
The words slip out in a whisper as I push myself off the bed, inhaling sharply.
In the bathroom, the steam fogs up the mirror as I step under the hot shower.
I don't just wash—I shave everything, every trace of hair, until my skin feels smooth, almost silk.
When I step out, droplets sliding down my body, I catch my reflection and pause, sitting in front of the mirror with a deep breath.
A quick skincare routine follows, my fingers moving faster than my thoughts.
I want to look perfect. If Ryder sees me tonight… if we have fuck tonight, I'll get pregnant. And maybe then, just maybe he'll love me.
"Where the hell is that foundation?" I mutter, rummaging. My hand lands on the bottle. "Oh, here." I squeeze the liquid foundation onto the sponge and blend it over my stretch marks, erasing them one by one.
I slip it into the red lingerie, smooth oil over my skin until it glows, and let my hair fall loose around my shoulders.
The mirror doesn't lie. I look at myself and force a smile.
"You look perfect," I murmured. "Just hope Ryder sees this perception too."
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But I'm no longer the woman Pete remembers. And beside me is a little boy who carries far too much of Pete's face to be a coincidence.
Our reunion should have been about a cure, but instead, it becomes the beginning of a war neither of us saw coming.
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It's inside his own family.
Old resentment turns into manipulation. Loyalty becomes betrayal. And the people Pete trusts begin hiding secrets that threaten to destroy everything he's built.
Then someone comes for the people I love.
Suddenly, this is no longer about whether Pete can earn my forgiveness.
It's about whether he can keep me alive.
Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.
Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.
Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.
Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.
Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.
We were both wrong.
Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.
They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.
Pete Leadsilver lost me once.
This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.
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Just when Clare is ready to disappear, Rhys Calloway, her worst enemy and the team's arrogant captain, pulls her into his arms and tells everyone she is his girlfriend.
She should have pushed him away, but she kissed him back instead.
Now Clare is locked into a two-month fake relationship with the most infuriating man she has ever met, trying to get over a stepbrother who never cared and survive a captain who makes her forget why she was supposed to hate him.
The problem is that Rhys kisses like he means every single second of it, and just when Clare starts to move on, Zane decides he wants her back.
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The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
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I’m not even sure I want to.
Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.
She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.
The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.
I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.
I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.
3/ Rags and Ritches-
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Tango 2 the Alpha's Heart
My gaze snapped to his. He was smiling, causing my heart to skip a painful beat. Before I could respond, the music began, and my body instinctively reacted to the sweet melody.
I found myself molded to Lex's will, my feet irresistibly following the dance steps.
The crowd gasped as Lex pulled me into a more intimate position, his hands roaming over my body in a seductive manner.
The experience was both terrifying and magical, allowing me to feel every longing emotion through the dance.
I soon found myself lost in his arms.
When the music finally stopped, my arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on my back, our noses almost touching. He gazed deeply into my eyes.
The ballroom fell silent.
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Years of torment and abuse left Lilly weak, vulnerable, and believing she was without a wolf, but that didn't mean that all hope was lost.
At night, in her dreams, he would patiently wait for her—the man who brought sunshine into her darkest moments.
They would dance the night away, but as dawn approached, he would vanish into the morning sun.
Lilly had given up hope of finding a mate, having a family, and leading a normal life.
But things are about to drastically change for her...
Secrets, lies, betrayal... and a baby on the way.
What if Lilly wasn't wolf-less? What if it was all a lie?
What if she had a living family? Would she stay and bond with them or make a run for freedom?
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But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
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My touch tames his inner beast.
… Until I find another woman’s bite mark on his neck.
As a holy witch, I shouldn't be sneaking out for Zuri—a cursed shape-shifter from a rival clan.
But our forbidden heat is intoxicating.
When his monstrous Primal breaks free, slaughtering everything in its path, even his fiercest warriors cower.
I don't.
I walk straight to the blood-soaked beast, press my body against his, and tame him with a single, desperate embrace.
There’s just one problem: his clan betrothed him to a Shaman’s daughter.
I tell myself it's purely political. I tell myself his heart is mine.
Until tonight.
He sneaks into the woods for me. We share a deep, hungry kiss under the moonlight.
But as I pull back, my blood runs cold.
Right there, on the neck of the man I just risked my soul to save...
Is a fresh, undeniable bite mark.
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I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
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At least, I didn’t use to.
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I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
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And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
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I can’t stand it.
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It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
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I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
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I keep waiting for that to kick in.
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Everyone expects Atreus to treat his fiancée’s scholarship sister like everyone else does—as if she doesn’t matter.
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"Don't fall in love with one piece," he warns her, over a board neither of them treats like a game anymore. "It punishes the person who only sees half of it."
Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
His.
He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
In an empty studio, in the middle of a rainstorm, she asks him: 'Am I the kind of girl who kisses a boy engaged to my sister?'
He doesn't answer.
So she asks: 'What are we?’
He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
And he was never far behind.
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He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.
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And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.
Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.
He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.
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