He Called Me His Bro—I Became Another’s Bride — Novel

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In a world where friendship blurs the lines of love, Sophia Hayes finds herself trapped in the shadows of Ryan Carter's affections. For seven years, she has been his confidante, his companion, and his secret lover, yet to him, she remains nothing more than his "bro." As Ryan prepares for the return of his first love, Emily Scott, Sophia is faced with a painful reality: her devotion has been a mere footnote in his story.

When Ryan’s possessiveness turns into callous disregard, Sophia decides to take control of her fate by agreeing to a marriage alliance with the Lawson family. But as she navigates her heartbreak, Ryan’s sudden desperation to win Emily back ignites a fierce rivalry. Will Sophia find the strength to reclaim her own narrative, or will she forever be relegated to the sidelines of Ryan’s life?

With emotions running high and friendships tested, the stakes have never been greater. As the welcome party unfolds, secrets and unspoken feelings bubble to the surface, leaving Sophia to wonder: can she truly let go of the love that has defined her for so long?

He Called Me His Bro—I Became Another’s BrideChapter 1

Ryan Carter had a strange habit: every time we were intimate, he insisted on taking a private photo of me.

That night, he was unusually vigorous, coaxing me into letting him snap an outrageously explicit picture.

Afterward, my face burning, I teased in mock anger,

“What got into you today? You can’t stop staring at just one photo.”

Without lifting his head, Ryan chuckled,

“Emily Scott is coming back tomorrow. Unless I’m wrong, this will be the last one. Of course I need to keep a proper souvenir!”

My body froze, my mind blank. I asked what he meant.

Ryan tilted his head, puzzled.

“What else could it mean? The girl I’ve chased for seven years—my first love—is finally returning. I need to clean up my act. I can’t keep fooling around with you anymore.”

“Sophia Hayes, we’re just best buddies. Helping each other with physical needs is normal. Don’t tell me you actually caught feelings for me?”

He tossed my torn stockings onto my face.

“Come on, don’t give me that wounded look—it’s disgusting. You’re my brother, remember? I’ll keep your photos safe. If Emily isn’t around someday, you’re welcome to stop by for service again.”