His Brother's Wife

-=Ang's Point of View=-

I can't believe that it's been a month now since I bottled myself up to the loneliness I was feeling after losing the woman I love. It pains me to set her free, but I have to, I needed to let her be with the man she really loves, the man who truly owns her heart, which is not me, unfortunately.

Some people say that I was too nice for my own good and that I let important people in my life be happy and well, but that's just how it is, right?

When you love someone, you want them to be happy, even if it hurts you. What matters is their well-being.

Maybe I'm bordering on being a martyr, but that's just how I am, even when I was young.

My feet felt heavy as I stood up from my bed, but the darkness of my room didn't hinder me because I knew every corner of that room, I chose to go out and headed straight to the wine cellar to get some alcohol because I ran out of what I took the other day.

As I left the room, it was a good thing that no one greeted me, which suited me really well because I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I was about to return to my room when Miranda suddenly greeted me. She was dressed up and looked like she had just come home from somewhere.

"Well, isn't it my beloved sister-in-law?" I said sarcastically, and I saw her face suddenly tighten at what she heard from me, I still can't accept that my younger brother married this kind of woman.

"I'm glad that you are out of your room, Ang; you need to have a life," she said emotionlessly, which I returned with a sneer because I knew that she wasn't sincere with what she said.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, but I didn't wait for her to answer, and without saying anything, I snatched the paper she was holding.

I was shocked when I saw the invitation, and my heart suddenly felt like it had been punched when I saw what was written there.

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Romano Santiago and Atilla Cervantes."

My mind went blank, and I just dropped the invitation, ignoring Miranda's call.

When I got inside, I immediately opened the bottle of alcohol that I got and drank it straight, but it still didn't ease the pain that I was feeling, so I violently threw the bottle somewhere that made noise in my room.

"Atilla..." I couldn't help but cry because now the woman I loved the most was really gone.

I loved her with all my heart, but it was all in vain because she only loved Ram. I tried to turn a blind eye and hoped that Atilla would forget her past relationship, but I was wrong because from then on and until now, Ram is still the one Atilla loves. Even though she's my girlfriend, I never felt that she loved me back, I was the only one who loved her, and it seemed like she only saw me as a friend.

I fell asleep with Atilla still on my mind and the truth that my love for her was fruitless.

I woke up feeling thirsty, so I immediately reached for the pitcher of water on my bedside table.

"Damn!" I blurted it out when I noticed that the pitcher was empty. Despite feeling heavy, I stood up and walked towards my personal fridge in my room, but a new curse word escaped my lips when I saw that it was also empty.

I checked my wristwatch and saw that it was already one in the morning. I couldn't do anything else but personally go to the kitchen. I didn't want to bother our household staff just to get some water.

My head was pounding from the alcohol I drank, and as I stepped out of the room, I didn't bother turning on the lights. Only the moonlight illuminated my walk.

The pain in my head was really killing me, but I still continued to make my way to the kitchen until I finally arrived. I immediately went to the fridge, didn't bother getting a glass, and drank directly from the pitcher.

The water helped ease my dizziness, so I decided to sit on a chair. The pain returned, when I saw Atilla and Ram's wedding invitation. My thoughts were interrupted however, when I heard a noise in the kitchen.

I tried to be vigilant, thinking that someone might have broken in, but then I realized that if they were really bad people, they wouldn't go to the kitchen.

I remained quiet, waiting for whoever it was. The darkness helped me hide while I waited for the footsteps.

Since my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I immediately saw the newcomer.

I felt tense when I saw that it was Miranda, who was probably also getting some water. But I felt even more tense when I saw that she was only wearing a thin nightgown, and based on her body shape, I could say she wasn't wearing a bra.

I couldn't help but feel my body heat up while silently staring at Miranda. Even though I was angry at her because I couldn't accept that my brother married someone like her, I couldn't deny the desire I felt for her.

"You're not attracted to Miranda, Ang. Think about it. You've been without sex for over a year, so you're feeling desire, and any woman with a body like that would turn you on," I explained to myself. But even so, I still couldn't keep my eyes off her, especially when she opened the fridge. Her appearance became clearer to me when the fridge door opened and light hit her. My desire only intensified.

During the first year of our relationship, Atilla and I did nothing except simple kissing since I didn't want her to do things for which she wasn't ready yet, so it wasn't surprising that I felt a desire for Miranda.

I couldn't deny that Miranda was extremely beautiful. Her long black hair, her big brown eyes that were surrounded by the darkness of the night, her high nose bridge, and her red lips were captivating.

"What would it feel like to kiss those lips?" I wondered, but I immediately suppressed that thought because I shouldn't be feeling that way, especially since she's married to my brother, whether I like it or not.

She hadn't closed the door yet, so when she straightened her posture to drink, her body became even more clear to me. Her breast was so firm and proud, as if enticing me, as if it were begging me to touch it. Her body was perfectly shaped; no wonder she fooled so many men, but not me.

Even before Anthony, she had already married three other men-not just anyone, but rich men. I know she's only after Anthony's money, and I won't allow it.

I faked a cough that caught her attention because she seemed to have not noticed that she wasn't alone.

"Holly...Ang, is that you?" She called my name with a hoarse voice, and for some reason, the way she said my name made my libido go wild.

I tried to fight the thoughts running through my mind now. I could already imagine her saying my name in that tone when I'm drilling my tool inside her, which is not right since again she's my fucking sister-in-law.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" I asked with no emotion.

"Hell yeah! What the hell are you doing there in the dark?" She asked while holding her chest, probably really surprised.

"Just drinking water," I said, and I didn't stay long before I stopped and left the kitchen, but before finally leaving, I managed to ask something that I really wanted to know.

"Is she happy?" I asked weakly, and I'm not sure if Miranda heard me or not.

"Very," she replied, immediately understanding my question.

Somehow, I was happy to know that Atilla was happy, but the truth that I'm hurting is still there. Yes, I'm hurting because the woman I love is happy with someone else.

I ignored Miranda's call and went straight to my room.

I don't need pity from anyone, especially not from Miranda Sandoval.

"Especially not from the gold digger Miranda Sandoval."

-=Ang's Point of View=-

"How long will you keep yourself locked up in sadness, Ang?!" My mom angrily said this to me when she entered my room that morning.

To be honest, I don't know how long it's been since I let go of Atilla from my life, but even so, everything still hurts as if it happened just yesterday.

"Just leave me alone," I answered lifelessly. I woke up to her angry voice and was about to grab the bottle of alcohol by my bedside when she aggressively knocked it out of my hand, causing it to shatter.

"You want me to leave you alone? It's as if you're saying that I'm a useless mother," she said with pain in her voice. I couldn't stop the guilt from rising in my chest, especially since I knew I was becoming unfair.

"I'm sorry..." I said it weakly, feeling her concern for me.

"Ang, please think about it. We're here; we're your family, so we're ready to help you. Please don't push us away," my mom said as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm sorry for keeping my problems to myself," I apologized as I held her tightly, causing her to cry even more.

I know I became too self-centered by locking myself up in sadness. I didn't think about my family, who needed me, especially because of what happened to my brother, Anthony.

After that talk, it was as if a switch was flipped inside me. I quickly threw away the alcohol bottle in my room. My mom was right: there is life after heartbreak. Yes, it hurts, but I know I can get through it because there are more people who love me. Furthermore, my family needs me because of what we're going through with Anthony. It's been over a month, but there's still no change in his condition.

He remained in a coma, and all we could do was wait and hope that he'd wake up one of these days.

After tidying up my room, I decided to visit my brother, who was in the room next to mine.

I realized that I hadn't visited him in his room for a long time, so I felt a lot of guilt and pain when I saw my younger brother again. I saw his body slump, with only machines helping him breathe.

"Hi there, kiddo," I greeted him sadly. I couldn't force a smile, especially since my heart was breaking at the sight of my younger brother's condition.

I quietly sat on an empty chair beside his bed and held his cold hand tightly in mine.

"I know I've been neglecting you, Anthony, and I'm sorry I let myself be consumed by too much sadness. But I promise you, for you and for Mommy, I'll do everything to move on," I promised. I stared at his face firmly, hoping to see any sign that he heard me, but several minutes passed, and I still didn't get any response from him.

"Stay strong, kiddo; we're not giving up on you," I said firmly as I kissed his forehead, and then I decided to go out of the house to breathe in some fresh air. It was a bit hot that day, so I decided to walk towards the pool, which was located at the side of the house where the garden was.

As I approached, I suddenly stopped when I saw that someone else was using the pool. I was hypnotized watching Miranda swim back and forth; every movement she made stirred something inside me that felt wrong. I lost all sense while I quietly watched her.

I felt the lust starting to consume me as the organ between my legs grew while I watched her swim beautifully. She momentarily stopped, perhaps sensing that she was not alone, and when she looked up, our eyes briefly met, but I quickly averted my gaze because I was afraid she would read my feelings during those hours. First of all, I was angry at her because I knew she was a bad woman and not worthy of my brother, and secondly, I could not stop my desire for her, even though she was already my brother's wife.

"Good morning," she greeted me with a smile as she slowly emerged from the pool, and my desire intensified when I saw her curvaceous body, wearing only a black two-piece swimsuit, dripping with water. I could already imagine having sex with her in the water.

I quickly dispelled those thoughts because I knew I was sinning just by thinking about them.

"What are you doing here? You prioritized swimming over visiting your husband?" I said angrily, trying to hide my voice's tremble caused by the lust that still burned strongly inside me. I tried to hide my erection from her sight, especially since I was only wearing a white pair of shorts.

"For your information, I already visited Anthony earlier, and I just wanted to swim because the weather is so hot. Is there something wrong with that?" She bravely answered back, which made me pause momentarily as I compared her with Atilla. Why did I have to compare them when Atilla was a saint and Miranda was a sinful woman?

"Whatever! Just stay out of my sight," I said, focusing more on my anger than on any other emotions I felt while looking at Miranda's seductive body.

I was about to go back inside when she called my name.

"Ang..." she called me, and even though I wanted to go away since everything about her screamed sex, I chose to stop and listen to whatever she had to say.

"Speak up already, Miranda; I don't have all the time in the world," I replied flatly.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She asked, and even though she was trying to hide it, I knew she was hurting, and even though I did not want to, I felt some kind of emotion in my chest that I promised I would not feel for her, and that was pity.

"I don't hate you, Miranda; I despise your kind. You women will do anything just to become rich. When I look at you, I only see a gold digger who is not worthy of my brother," those words came out of my mouth like acid, and I saw the pain on her face because of what I said, so I decided to continue walking back to my room.

"Whether you believe it or not, I did not marry Anthony because of his money," I heard her shout after me, but I didn't pay attention and continued walking back to my room. As I entered the room, sweat was dripping down my forehead, not because of the walk or the weather, but because of the woman I left at the pool.

"I think I need a cold shower," I said to myself, and I started stripping until I was in my birthday suit. I quickly entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to quell any desire I was feeling.

"Dude, relax," I said to the thing between my legs. I was probably in the bathroom for thirty minutes before the heat I was feeling finally dissipated.

"I need to remember who Miranda Sandoval is, I need to remember that she is my brother's wife."

-=Ang's Point of View=-

As much as possible, I try to avoid Miranda because I don't want to commit any mistakes. I don't understand why I am so attracted to her. I hate her, but I can't stop myself from lusting over her.

This is not right, especially since she is my brother's wife. When I went to the US to stop Anthony from marrying Miranda, I immediately noticed the sexual attraction I felt towards her. No wonder she fooled so many wealthy men and convinced them to marry her before my brother. Atilla and I could have been together, and I love Atilla so much, but that doesn't stop me from having sexual attraction towards Miranda.

"Miranda Sandoval," I gasp as I remember seeing her swimming in a skimpy two-piece. I can only imagine removing her clothes with my teeth and tasting what's behind them. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts because it's not right. I quickly get up from my bed and try to remove those thoughts from my mind. "I need a woman, real bad," I think to myself.

I check my watch and see that it's already past eleven, so I decide to go outside to clear my mind of the woman in the house. But as if fate had a plan, I see her in the garden. I stare at her for a while, and I feel like I could watch her for hours and never get tired. As I gaze at her, I feel a hint of sadness in her eyes, which I only notice now, during the time when Miranda thinks she is alone.

"Why are you still up?" I ask, and I see her surprise when she realizes she's not alone.

"Jesus! You scared the hell out of me!" She exclaims, and I see the feisty Miranda Sandoval again, as if I never saw her vulnerable side. I quickly dismiss those thoughts because they may be just my imagination.

"Sorry, why are you still up?" I ask again while I stare intently at her. I noticed her chest rise and fall, indicating that she was really surprised by my sudden appearance, and that fire inside me started to build up again, as if it never left.

"I can't sleep either," I reply, my voice growing deeper as I speak. I see her expression change after looking into my eyes, as if she can feel what I am feeling at that moment.

"Ah, okay. I'll go ahead of you," she suddenly says, and she starts to walk away. As if something inside me moved, my right hand reached for her wrist, and I held it. I feel a spark with that simple touch, and I can see confusion in Miranda's eyes at my sudden action. Even I am surprised by what I did.

"Miranda..." I say softly while still looking into her dark eyes, which seem to grow even darker with her feelings.

"Ang..." She says my name with so much intensity, that I can already feel myself getting aroused.

We stayed in that position for only God knows how long, gazing into each other's eyes. I was still holding her hand, and then my feet started to move on their own, closing the gap between us until we were only a few inches apart.

I could already taste her luscious lips, and the sexual tension between us was hard to ignore. As much as I tried to fight it, it was like a poison that would ultimately overcome any resistance I had.

It felt like ages before I moved my head closer to her face, and I gained more courage when Miranda closed her eyes, as if she was leaving it all up to me.

"Who's there?" My mom's voice was like a bucket of cold water that doused the desire I had been feeling just a moment ago. Confused, Miranda and I quickly separated.

"What are you doing here? And why is Miranda with you?" My mom's bewildered question hit me hard, and the guilt began to eat away at me, especially since she was my brother's wife.

"I'm leaving now," I said, and I didn't even look back as I walked to the parking lot and got into my car.

"Damn it!" I repeated it over and over again as I drove my car. I had come so close to making a huge mistake, and I was glad my mom had arrived to stop me. But why did I feel regret about not following through with what had almost happened?

"Damn it, Ang! You need to remind yourself that she's Anthony's wife!" I scolded myself furiously.

I continued driving until I reached Bonifacio Global City, and I quickly went to the first bar I saw. There were a lot of people in the place, but that didn't stop me from going inside. Once I found a spot, I ordered a drink, and after a few moments, I downed it. I had promised my mom that I wouldn't drink, but I had a different reason for doing so.

As I was almost halfway through my drink, a beautiful woman sat down next to me. If I wasn't mistaken, she was an actress, but I couldn't remember her name.

"Hi there, handsome. Mind if I join you?" She asked, smiling seductively.

"Sure, gorgeous," I replied, sliding over so she could sit down.

As soon as she sat down, I smelled the expensive perfume she was wearing.

This was what I needed. I hadn't been with a woman in a long time, so maybe that was why I had only felt lust when I was with Miranda.

"Why are you here alone?" She asked, moving closer to me and pressing her ample bosom against my arm. Secretly, I smiled when I felt desire build inside me, especially when her hand touched my thigh. At least I could safely say that I felt desire for another woman.

"Actually, I'm waiting for you," I said, purposely placing the drink I was holding on her thigh. I smiled when I heard her let out a seductive sigh.

"Then the long wait is over. I'm already here," she said, and then she placed her hand in front of me, causing me to react with excitement. I could see the eagerness in her beautiful face when she finally felt the length of my manhood.

"You're driving me crazy," I couldn't help but moan softly at what she was doing. Fortunately, the table in front of us shielded me from view.

"Then let me help you," she said.

I didn't hesitate and immediately called the waiter to pay the bill. As soon as we left the bar, she eagerly kissed me with a thirst that I reciprocated, passionately kissing her lips while also grabbing her right breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as we continued to kiss, and in response, she began to fondle me.

"Fuck me, please," she begged as we broke apart.

"I will, babe, really hard," I replied, starting the car and heading to one of the nearby hotels.

After checking in, we went straight to the room we rented. As soon as the door closed, she became like a hungry lioness, kissing me all over my body.

"Yes, this is what I needed. I need to get laid tonight," I thought to myself. "Why don't you take a shower first?" I said, smiling and stopping her.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed, and within a few moments, she was undressing in front of me, showing a glimpse of her breast.

"Wait, loverboy," she said with a smile.

I was about to take off my shirt when my phone rang. I had planned to ignore it, but I was worried it might be about my sister, so I answered.

"Hello?" I asked, seeing that it was a call from our home number.

"It's... Miranda," Miranda answered, and I had to stop myself from cursing because she was the last person I wanted to talk to.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly.

"Mommy asked me to call you because you disappeared," she explained.

I felt frustrated and pulled my hair.

"I'm in BGC," I said shortly.

"Oh, okay. I'll tell Mommy," she said before hanging up.

"I'm done, loverboy," I heard her say. Even though she was still wet, she hugged me from behind, brushing her large breasts against my back, but the desire I had felt earlier dissipated like a bubble, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring it back.

"Sorry, I need to go. Something came up," I said softly before quickly leaving the room.

"Are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed angrily.

I took some money out of my wallet, probably worth around thirty thousand, and placed it on the table near the door.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go. Here's some money. You can go shopping tomorrow," I said, not waiting for her response. I quickly left the room, but before I could close the door, I heard her cursing at me.

"Damn you, I'm not a prostitute!" She shouted at me in anger.

I continued walking until I reached my car and drove back to our house.

"This is going to be a long night," I thought to myself, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Miranda.