After My Brother Took My Girlfriend Again, I Won Over the Woman He Loved for Five Years, and He Got Serious

After My Brother Stole My Girlfriend Again, I Fell into the Arms of the Woman He'd Loved for Five Years. He Got Serious.

At the dinner table, I dropped my fork. As I bent down to pick it up, I saw my brother's foot stretched out between my girlfriend's legs.

He said, "Your current girlfriend has pretty slim legs. I approve."

Later, he got together with my girlfriend and told me, "What can I do, Adrian? It seems like none of the women around you can resist me."

I laughed and immediately fell into the arms of the woman he'd loved for five years.

My brother Brandon broke up with my ex-girlfriend.

"We only dated for a month. Isn't it normal to break up?" Brandon said casually, as if he was discussing what to have for lunch.

"But when you sent me those bedroom photos, you said it was true love and hoped I'd give you my blessing," I said, taking a sip of coffee. I glanced at Emma, who was still waiting outside in the scorching heat, and clicked my tongue.

Emma was the beauty queen of our department. Not only was she gorgeous, but she also excelled in her studies. Her family seemed quite wealthy too. Add to that her cool and aloof demeanor, and she was the quintessential campus goddess.

Many guys at our college had fallen for her, including me.

Emma was technically my ex-girlfriend, but not really. After all, I was just her fake boyfriend to ward off unwanted suitors. The day after we publicly announced our relationship, Brandon stole her away.

That night, Brandon sent me several explicit bedroom photos.

"I'm interested in her because you're interested in her," Brandon had said. "But your taste is truly garbage. For your first girlfriend, you chose such mediocre goods."

I knew Brandon wasn't actually into Emma. He just wanted to steal everything I liked, even if he'd discard it later. He didn't want me to have anything.

Since childhood, he'd been jealous that my arrival stole all our parents' love. So anything I liked, he'd find a way to take it for himself.

It was like that with toys when we were little, with nice clothes, and now with the girls I dated.

"My taste wasn't great before, but this time, I'm dating someone high quality," I said, my eyes filled with infatuation.

Brandon looked intrigued by my expression. "Oh really? I find it hard to believe your definition of 'high quality.' When can you introduce us?"

"She's coming to meet me soon."

Just as I finished speaking, I saw Olivia appear at the café entrance. I smiled and said, "There, that's my girlfriend."

She wore a white blouse and had a slender figure. A silver necklace adorned her neck, and she exuded a lazy, carefree aura.

Compared to Emma, this kind of woman gave off an uncontrollable vibe. I was obsessed with women like her, and so was Brandon.

He loved making all sorts of women fall for him, and he especially loved stealing my girlfriends.

I saw Brandon's eyes noticeably brighten. He looked Olivia up and down several times before finally curling his lips meaningfully.

I was all too fa...