Came Back For Revenge, Stuck With My Ex's Brother

ALAINA’S POV “You want it to be this way,” Luke Lancaster, my husband, the man I had once pictured forever with, gripped my wrist, looking me dead in the eyes as we stood in court. I swallowed hard, my throat salty with tears. “LEAVE HER THE f**k ALONE!” Roman, his twin, was here in no time, yanking him away from me in the dock. Luke’s face took a turn of disbelief. His gaze moved back and forth between me and his brother, like he had just seen a ghost. “Don't tell me you have been screwing my brother. Pfft… Have you been f*****g her?!!” He lunged for me, but Roman blocked him. The siblings came face-to-face as I stood small behind Roman. “And what if, brother?” Roman asked, ignoring the 'order in court' from the judge. “Roman, please.” I whispered. Their parents and my parents, amidst the spectators, stared at me li...like I really am a w***e, like I had indeed slept with both brothers... That look of hate and disgust they gave to me should be for Luke, who abused me in ways no woman should ever be put through. Roman had seen the bruise on my face yesterday and had pleaded with me to tell him who had done that to me, and I told him Luke had. I and Luke had a fight two nights before where I had caught him with a lady in our matrimonial home on our matrimonial bed. I knew he used to cheat. It hurt, but there was no chance to divorce him; everything would be gone, and I would be doomed. I thought I still loved him and could still manage until he did that, until he and the w***e he had brought home beat the s**t out of me, and Luke had forcefully stripped me out of my clothes and had his way with me. I don't know if I could call that r**e when it was done by my husband. I never expected Roman to get himself involved with this, especially when it was his brother. All three of us had been childhood friends… or maybe I thought wrong… Our parents are business partners, but the Lancasters are wealthier than my parents would ever be. Estates, schools, companies, clubs, brands… What don't they own? They ruled eighty percent of Vegas. That's why I had to marry him, for his family wealth, and maybe he was the sweetest brother when we were still teens. Luke was never the bully like Roman, who had pushed me into their family pool at eight and I had almost drowned, or giving me the name 'Muffins' at fourteen because he had caught me on a family visit stealing muffins and stuffing them in my mouth, and he had threatened to tell my parents on me... Luke, a golden retriever, used to be the opposite of his brother, who thinks the world is his playground. Now I don't know how it all went wrong, when he became an alcoholic an... Roman is a lawyer, an unserious, reckless one at that who surprisingly took up my case for free. “Order! This is not a brawl but a divorce proceeding, and counsel. Control your clients!” Luke's lawyer came forward, trying to calm him down, whispering something into his ear. Luke pulled his arm from his lawyer's hold. “Don't touch me,” he said, straightening his glasses. “Your Honor,” Roman, still blocking me, started. “We have evidence of Luke Lancaster's repeated maltreatment of my client. Mrs. Lancaster, three years of marriage have been hell with Mr. Lancaster.” Evidence? I didn't even have that. Was he saying this out of intense emotions, anger precisely? What if there was no evidence, and I was unable to get divorced? “What evidence, Roman? That you were f*****g my wife, and she was cheating on me.” Luke fired, and I couldn't hold back. “I wasn't cheating on you. I wouldn't cheat on you. It was you who had your s**t d**k in every woman's cunt in Vegas, Luke.” I tipped my head out behind Roman's broad back, my breathing uneven, waiting for Luke to get Roman away and beat me to a pulp, but he did nothing, only gritting his teeth. The judge nodded to Roman's side, and a man walked forward, handing a folder to him, and I wondered what was in there. My heart was palpitating. Like he felt my predicament, his hand found mine behind his back. The folder was presented to the judge. “Those are statements from witnesses, pictures where she got abused by Mr. Luke Lancaster, bruised arms…” Roman paused, his hand squeezing tight against mine. “Her head where he had hit a bottle of rum on, on a drunken night,” How did he get all of these? “Chats where he had threatened her, deleted ones too.” Did he go through my phone? I removed my hand, which had turned sweaty, from his. How did he even get my phone? The judge went through whatever was in the folder. Some were passed to Luke's lawyer. Luke had gone quiet, but I could see his clenched jaw. “These are just marital issues, your Honor…” Luke's lawyer rambled on, and Roman looked like he would pounce on him in seconds. “Based on evidence provided of Mr. Luke Lancaster's maltreatment and abuse of Mrs. Lancaster, their marriage is dissolved and divorce is granted…” I heaved a sigh of relief, my head pressing against Roman's back, my hand trembling, sweat breaking out on my forehead. I am now divorced! I had just divorced Luke Lancaster, which meant chaos in my life… I knew nothing would be easy for me now, but… I… I was divorced. My life would be hell, and Luke made sure he promised that before we left the court. “You'd regret leaving me, Alaina.” Roman made sure he protected me from the paparazzi outside. “You shouldn't have done that to your brother. You shouldn't have stood up for that b***h. You know what we are about to face, Roman Lancaster?” His father asked. My parents wouldn't even look at me. A bitter smile formed on my lips. I don't need support from anyone, especially the likes of them. I would be out of their lives soon. Roman had helped me into his car and had taken me to his house because he knew how helpless I was now, nowhere to go and no assets to my name. I knew the Lancasters would make sure I got none. I had no child to use as an excuse for child support... and would they even let me have my child come with me? No, those devils wouldn't let me.... I could just consider myself an orphan now as well. Roman left as soon as we got to his villa, still fuming. I had to keep my questions of how he got those evidences for later, until he got back from wherever he went to. He helped me, but I couldn’t help the chills at the thought of someone getting my chats so easily. Or could it be from his brother’s phone? Luke was super protective of his personal phone, just like he was with his money. I had found Roman’s fancy mini bar. I was only going to get myself a glass of vodka, but the urge to make the questions in my head go away had me asking his butler to pour me more glasses of vodka. I would be out of his life tomorrow, so why don’t I grow on his ass a bit?