Falling for my Best Friend’s Brother after a Messy Breakup

Veronica was days from her wedding when she found the texts—flirty, explicit, undeniable. Her fiancé ended it coldly, leaving her shattered. She fled to New York, crashing at her best friend’s apartment for a fresh start. But her new beginning comes with an unexpected complication: her best friend’s arrogant, devastatingly attractive older brother who looks at her like she’s beneath him… even as sparks fly between them.

Falling for my Best Friend’s Brother after a Messy Breakup

Veronica was days from her wedding when she found the texts—flirty, explicit, undeniable. Her fiancé ended it coldly, leaving her shattered. She fled to New York, crashing at her best friend’s apartment for a fresh start. But her new beginning comes with an unexpected complication: her best friend’s arrogant, devastatingly attractive older brother who looks at her like she’s beneath him… even as sparks fly between them.

I stood in front of the altar setup, veil still in my hands, staring at the text message that destroyed everything. 'I can’t do this, Veronica. I’m sorry. I’ve met someone else.' Three days before our wedding. No warning. No conversation. Just abandonment.

I didn’t cry at first. I packed. I left. And now, here I am—standing in Chloe’s tiny Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and the smell of takeout. She’s been amazing, really. But tonight, she’s not home.

Instead, her brother is.

Julian.

Six-foot-two of tailored arrogance, dark hair swept back, eyes like storm clouds. He walks in without knocking, briefcase in one hand, scotch in the other. 'So you’re the jilted bride,' he says, voice smooth and mocking. 'Chloe said you’d be fragile. You look like you’re holding up... barely.'

I glare at him. 'I don’t need your pity.'

'Pity?' He smirks. 'No. But if you’re going to live here, you’ll follow house rules. No crying in the kitchen. No midnight ice cream binges. And definitely no bringing losers home to sob over.'

My pulse spikes—not from anger. From something hotter, deeper. The way his jaw tightens when I step closer. The flicker in his eyes when I say, 'What if I want to break every rule?'