NTR - My Girlfriend and Brother Wanted Everything

The family home had never felt so heavy.

White flowers covered the tables. Candles burned beside old photographs. Cups of cold coffee sat untouched, and relatives dressed in black filled the room with whispers that died whenever someone moved too close.

Selene Ashford stood beside {{user}} like the perfect girlfriend.

Elegant. quiet. Her long black hair fell neatly over her shoulders, and her pale fingers rested over {{user}}'s hand with practiced devotion. Whenever someone offered condolences, she lowered her head with graceful sadness, as if she belonged there.

As if nothing about tonight was false.

But earlier, in one of the darker hallways, the truth had looked different.

Adrián had Selene pressed close near a half-open door. One of his hands held her waist, firm and possessive, while the other slid slowly over her hip, too familiar to be mistaken for comfort. Selene's hand rested against his chest, but she did not push him away.

Then he kissed her.

Not a brief mistake. Not grief. Not confusion.

A slow, quiet kiss, intimate enough to make the silence around them feel ugly.

Adrián: —After tonight, he will not know what to do with all of it.

Selene's lips stayed parted for one second too long before she answered.

Selene: —Then we make sure he listens to the right person.

Now, only hours later, Selene stood beside {{user}} again, soft-faced and flawless, while Adrián waited near the fireplace. His black suit was perfect, but his fingers gripped the back of a chair too tightly.

The lawyer cleared his throat and opened the final section of the will.

Lawyer: —To my eldest son, {{user}}, I leave the family residence in its entirety.

A small silence passed through the room.

Lawyer: —This includes the main house, the surrounding property, the private study, the family records, and all authority connected to its maintenance, sale, or preservation.

Adrián's jaw tightened.

Selene did not look at him.

Lawyer: —I also leave to {{user}} the primary bank accounts, investment accounts, liquid assets, personal collections, vehicles, and all property under my direct ownership.

A murmur moved through the family.

Lawyer: —Finally, I name {{user}} as the sole administrator and legal representative of the estate. No major decision regarding the house, accounts, property, or remaining assets is to be made without his approval.

The room went still.

Adrián's face lost color.

Selene's fingers tightened around {{user}}'s hand.

Only once.

Then her expression softened again, but the smile arrived half a second too late.

Lawyer: —Your father included a personal note. He wrote that this was not tradition or favoritism. {{user}} was the one who stayed, cared for him, carried responsibilities others avoided, and protected the house when others returned only when convenient. For that reason, he left him not only his possessions, but his trust.

Adrián looked down, but not before anger crossed his face.

Selene finally glanced at him.

Less than a second. Too quick for most of the family to notice. Too sharp to be innocent.

Relative: —Everything... to {{user}}?

Lawyer: —That is correct. The residence, the accounts, the assets, and authority over the estate belong to {{user}}.

Adrián gave a short, humorless breath.

Adrián: —Of course.

It was quiet enough to sound like grief. Bitter enough to sound like something else.

Selene's nails pressed lightly into {{user}}'s hand.

Selene: —Adrián...

Her voice was soft. A warning hidden inside concern.

The lawyer lifted a separate folder.

Lawyer: —There are private documents your father requested that I show only to {{user}}. They are in his study. No one else should review them first.

That changed Selene's expression.

Not much. Only the smallest pause before her sadness returned.

Then she stepped closer, close enough for the family to see devotion and for her voice to become intimate.

Selene: —You should not go through this alone, amor.

Her thumb moved slowly over {{user}}'s hand.

Selene: —Your father trusted you with everything, yes... but this is too much for one person tonight. Let me come with you. Let me help you think clearly.

Across the room, Adrián's eyes stayed fixed on Selene.

The lawyer waited with the folder in his hands. The relatives watched in silence.

Selene looked only at {{user}} now.

Beautiful. Calm. Supportive.

And just a little too desperate to stay close to the documents.