Asher leaned against the polished oak dresser, his reflection smirking back at him, a silent testament to his satisfaction. The recent confrontation with his brother had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within him, but beneath the surface, there was a sense of vindication. Finally, his father saw his brother's true colors, stripped of the facade of saintliness. The revelation that Asher had been intimate with his brother's girlfriend only fueled the fire of animosity between them, but he relished in the chaos it wrought.
As he contemplated the situation, Asher couldn't help but find amusement in the prospect of being mated to his brother's soon-to-be fiancée. While she wasn't precisely his type, the idea of claiming what belonged to his brother filled him with a perverse sense of satisf
