Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lucy stood there with this shit-eating grin plastered all over her face.

"Sorry, Miss Miller, but Danny said this office is mine now. Starting today~"

"I'm not gonna repeat myself—GET. OUT. OF MY OFFICE."

"Oh, Mr. Thomas! Hi!"

Daniel walked in, clearly not thrilled with my attitude.

"Ignore her. Just keep doing what you're doing."

"Daniel, what the actual fuck?!"

He had people start redecorating my office to match whatever Pinterest board Lucy probably showed him.

I stood there waiting for some kind of explanation.

He looked right through me like I was a ghost.

I tried to keep my shit together.

My nails dug so deep into my palms I could feel the sting of broken skin, but I barely registered the pain.

I could get over Daniel—that ship had sailed.

But this company? I'D BLED for it!

And not just because my name was on some shares. Half our biggest accounts existed because I'd worked myself half to death closing those deals!

"From now on, your only job is being my wife. Full-time. You're done with company business. Lucy's handling everything now."

I actually laughed.

This woman graduated from some joke of a school and couldn't get hired anywhere without daddy's connections. Her?

"We're over, Daniel. If you're so obsessed with Lucy, marry her instead. I'll even throw rice at your wedding."

"What are you even talking about? I never said anything about marrying Lucy. The venue's already booked. One month from now. All you have to do is show up and look pretty."

The audacity of this man making wedding plans without even asking me.

"Oh, and another thing—three days from now, the Worthingtons are hosting their annual gala. You're my plus-one."

I was already going as Mrs. Crane Worthington, but sure, tell me about my own husband's event, Daniel.

I wasn't even surprised. He had a habit of bolting before I could finish a sentence.

...

Three days later—the Worthington Group annual gala.

"You sure you don't want me to come get you? Or are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Worried your ex will throw a fit?"

Crane's voice had that pouty edge that would've been annoying if it wasn't so damn endearing.

"Stop being dramatic. You've got back-to-back meetings all day. I'll just have our driver drive me over. Way easier."

Still took another thirty minutes of reassuring him before he'd let me hang up.

I shook my head, smiling despite myself.

But what could I do? I was the one who picked him out of Daniel's entire friend group that night.

Well. The second I stepped into the ballroom in my gown,

someone was already looking for a fight.