Tey_Mardom

This is a love story, but it's also a revenge story... it all starts with the Carter family, a normal family: wife, husband and two brothers, but what is their past?

Helena Blake is engaged to the perfect man: Nathaniel Carter, the eldest of the Carters, from one of the most influential families in the country. He's elegant, successful, and deeply in love with her. 


At least, it seems that way. What no one knows is that her story with the Carters didn't begin with Nathaniel. 

But with Julian, his younger brother. A meeting years ago. A night neither could forget. And a dangerous attraction that still simmers beneath the surface. 

Now, as the wedding approaches, Helena finds herself caught between two brothers and a web of family secrets darker than she ever imagined. 

What began as a love triangle turns into a game of betrayals where no one is entirely innocent. And when the truth comes out... not everyone will emerge unscathed.

Fame and fortune have a price and the price is not always money, they will have their karma from Helena, or who else will want to see the Harper family fall? Enter the story and let's witness it together.

My Brother’s Bride Was Hiding Secrets—And I Was One of Them

The first shot wasn't the loudest.

The one that came after a name was shouted.

After the trembling hands of someone who could no longer hold in the secret.

Julian's shout was lost in the thunder. A body fell. Another ran. The forest became a labyrinth of snapped branches, bloodstained leaves, and the echoes of desperate footsteps.

Helena hit the ground before she felt the pain. Her breathing spasmed. The world tilted.

"Julian?" she whispered, crawling through the underbrush, adrenaline clouding every thought.

She found him crouched over Lauren. The woman's face was pale, her lips stained dark red.

"She's alive!" he said. "But I don't know for how long…"

"What happened?" Helena asked. "Tell me—now!"

"I don't know. We were coming out of the basement. She was alone. She pointed a gun. Said we knew too much, that there was no going back. And then… the shot."

Lauren tried to speak. Her lips moved. Barely.

Helena leaned in close to her ear.

"She called you by your real name?" Julian whispered, pale.

"That doesn't make sense," Helena said, shaking. "Lauren never knew it."

"No… I'm not sure of anything anymore."

Julian stood, clutching his bleeding arm. The wound wasn't serious, but it had left a mark. A warning.

"Helena, if there's anything else you haven't told me… now's the time."

She looked at him. For the first time, with true fear.

"I wasn't the only one Arturo Santamaría turned into a shadow."

"That I was part of his network too. That I worked for him long before you ever knew who I was. That… maybe… this isn't the first time I've betrayed him."

Helena looked up: a drone, black and silent, hovered above them.

"They're watching us!" she shouted.

"Who?" Julian asked. "Your contact? Mine? Or someone else?"

In a dark room, on the other side of the country, someone was watching the feed.

A slender, elegant figure, holding a glass of whiskey.

On screen, Helena and Julian fled through the trees, carrying the pieces of a half-truth.

"Interesting…" murmured a female voice. "So Lucía's back in the game."

"Let's see if she finishes the job this time."

The Roar of Silence