My Brother’s Bride Insulted Me… Until She Learned Who I Really Am — Novel

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The wedding day is supposed to be a fairytale, but for one makeup artist, it turns into a nightmare. After turning down a glamorous opportunity overseas, she returns home only to face the scorn of her brother's new bride, Eliza. With a pregnant belly that tells a story of its own, Eliza's insults cut deep, branding her as 'unclean' while her own past hangs in the air like a dark cloud. As mascara and foundation scatter across the floor, a battle of wills ignites, exposing the fragile threads of family loyalty and hidden identities.

But what happens when the makeup artist is not just a sister in name? As Eliza's tirade grows more vicious, the truth about her wealth and status unfolds, revealing a rivalry that runs deeper than mere jealousy. Can she reclaim her dignity amidst the chaos of a wedding gone wrong? And what secrets lie beneath the surface of a family that seems picture-perfect?

With stakes rising higher than the wedding cake, this tale weaves intrigue, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. As tensions flare and tempers ignite, will the makeup artist find a way to stand tall, or will she be buried under the weight of Eliza’s accusations?

My Brother’s Bride Insulted Me… Until She Learned Who I Really AmChapter 1

At the end of the year, I turned down a lucrative overseas job for a high-end fashion show just so I could come home and do the bridal makeup for my brother's new wife.

But the moment I arrived, she casually—yet deliberately—asked me if I was still a virgin.

My gaze dropped on her pregnant belly. Thinking she was afraid I'd tease her for getting married while already expecting, I admitted openly that I wasn't.

I never expected her reaction.

She immediately swept all my makeup products onto the floor.

"Do you not realize today is my wedding day? How dare a filthy woman like you touch me?!"

"Go find someone pure to do my makeup! If your bad luck rubs off on me, my husband won't spare you!"

"And take your trashy makeup with you! I don't want secondhand items tainted by someone like you!"

I stared at her swollen belly for a long moment.

I honestly couldn't figure out how a woman who got pregnant before marriage had the guts to call anyone else 'unclean.'

I calmly gathered the items on the floor, then called my brother.

"Your wife thinks I'm dirty," I said. "So I won't be doing her makeup."