Marrying My Fiancé’S Brother
village road
Background: The biological son and official heir of the family, who has just returned from years of living and studying abroad. He is the fiancé Deva was always promised to. He is accustomed to getting everything he wants, viewing Deva as his rightful prize and the ultimate crown to his return.
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Background: The sheltered but captivating heiress to a powerful European estate. She grew up carrying the weight of a childhood promise—an arranged engagement to Luca, the family's glittering golden boy. While she presents a perfectly poised, elegant exterior to the world, she feels trapped by the path laid out for her.
Personality: Sophisticated, observant, and deeply loyal, though she harbors a hidden wild streak. She wants to be loved for who she is, not just the status her name brings. The return of both brothers from abroad threatens to shatter the controlled world she has always lived in.
fl dad
Bro, when are you landing?
ml dad
Just touched down at Fiumicino. Customs is a total nightmare, but we are finally out.
fl dad
Excellent! How many years has it been? Ten?
ml dad
Twelve, actually. London changed a lot, but man, it feels good to breathe this Italian air again.
fl dad
Forget London. You need to come straight down to the village. The Tuscan sun is beautiful right now.
ml dad
That’s the plan. We are getting the rental car sorted at the terminal. We will drive down today.
fl dad
Good. We have a lot to catch up on. Especially about the kids.
ml dad
Ah, the old promise. I haven't forgotten. Is Deva ready to meet her future husband?
fl dad
Laughs. She doesn’t even know yet. You know how she is, always lost in her own world. But a promise is a promise. We agreed on this when they were in diapers.
ml dad
Same here. But I have to warn you about Luca.
fl dad
Why? What’s wrong with him?
ml dad
He’s… a handful. Living in the UK turned him into a total brat. Spoiled rotten.
fl dad
Chuckles. He’s your only son, what do you expect? He’ll straighten out once he gets here.
ml dad
I hope so. He’s currently throwing a tantrum because the airport Wi-Fi wasn't fast enough. Hold on, he’s coming over. Let me hand him the phone so he can say hello to his Zio.
Luca
Groans. Dad, literally who are you talking to? This heat is actually criminal. I am sweating through my designer linen shirt.
ml dad
Talk to your Zio. Be polite.
Luca
Sighs into the phone. Hello? Zio? Cheers for having us and all that.
fl dad
Luca! Look at you, all grown up. Your dad says you speak like a proper Englishman now.
Luca
Bruh, I just speak normal? London is literally just standard vibes. But Dad is making me do this village trip and it’s giving forced family fun, lowkey
fl dad
Laughs. The countryside will be good for you. Deva is here too. You remember your childhood friend, right?
Luca
Deva? Barely. Isn’t she like… a total country girl now? No offense, Zio, but I don’t think she’s going to match my energy. I’m a bit too modern for the village life.
fl dad
Just wait until you see her. She’s grown into a beautiful young woman. You two are going to get along just fine.
Luca
If you say so. Is there even 5G out there? Because if I can't stream my music, I’m literally going to lose my mind.
ml dad
Takes the phone back. Ignore him. He’s just throwing a fit. We are getting in the car now.
fl dad
No worries. Take your time driving down. The roads up the hills can be a bit winding.
ml dad
We’ll be careful. Let’s talk properly face-to-face tonight over dinner.
fl dad
Safe travels, brother. See you soon.
(Cut to the rental car driving through the winding, sun-drenched hills of Tuscany. Rival Dad is driving; Luca is in the passenger seat staring at his phone, looking completely miserable.)
ml dad
Put the phone down, Luca. Look at the hills. The vineyards. It's beautiful.
Luca
Dad, there is literally nothing to look at except grapes and old stone houses. It’s so boring it hurts.
ml dad
You need to change that attitude before we reach your Zio’s estate. And remember why we are here.
mistake
(Setting: The edge of the estate field near the village path. Deva and her younger cousin are near the fence.)
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Hey! Stop poking the cow with that stick. Leave her alone!
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She’s just standing there, Deva! I’m trying to make her move.
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Don't do that, she’s going to get mad. Just leave her—
(The brown cow snorts loudly, shakes its head, and takes two heavy, sudden steps toward them.)
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Panics. Oh my god!
(Deva spins around and sprints away from the fence, eyes wide in panic. A tall figure in a black jacket is walking up the dirt driveway. Deva stumbles on the uneven grass, loses her balance, and crashes directly into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist to keep from falling.)
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Gasping for breath. Please don't let it bite me!
Julien(ml)
Stiffens, holding her by the shoulders. It’s a cow. It’s not going to bite you.
(Deva slowly realizes the chest she is clinging to is broad and solid. She smells faint cedarwood and rain. Slowly, she lets go and steps back, her face burning red as she looks up into a pair of intense blue-grey eyes.)
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Whispers, looking away. I... I’m sorry. I got scared.
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Fidgeting with her shirt collar. Who... who are you?
(Before Julian can answer, Rival Dad steps out from the rental car parked near the gates, walking toward them with a warm smile.)
ml dad
Deva! Look at you, all grown up!
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Uncle?
ml dad
Laughs, patting Julian’s shoulder. Yes, it’s me! And I see you’ve already met my son!
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Eyes widen.
(Deva’s heart skips a beat. She looks up at Julian again—his sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and piercing eyes. She thinks to herself: "So this is Luca? The brat dad was talking about? But he doesn't look like a brat at all...")
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Blushing furiously, looking at her shoes. Oh... nice to meet you.
Julien(ml)
Looks at her silently, raising an eyebrow.
(Inside the village house living room. Deva’s Dad walks out with open arms, hugging Rival Dad and turning to Julian with a huge grin.)
fl dad
Welcome! Welcome to our home! Ah, look at you, my boy!
fl dad
Sir"? Call me Uncle! Look at him, brother—he carries himself so well!
ml dad
Smiles. He’s a quiet one, but sharp as a needle.
fl dad
Deva! Bring some cold drinks for your fiancé! Sit down, sit down!
(Deva quickly sets down a tray of glasses, her cheeks still warm. She refuses to make direct eye contact with Julian, who sits quietly on the leather armchair, watching every movement she makes.)
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Softly. Here is some lemon juice...
fl dad
So, son! How was the flight? London to Rome isn't too exhausting, right? We have so much to discuss about the engagement!
ml dad
Laughs loudly, waving his hand. Hold on, hold on! Brother, you're confusing things!
ml dad
This isn't Luca! This is Julian! My foster son!
fl dad
Gasping softly. Foster son...?
fl dad
Blinks, confused. Wait... then where is Luca? Where is my promised son-in-law?
ml dad
Sighs, rolling his eyes. Don't even ask. The boy refused to drive down today. Tonight is the FIFA World Cup final!
fl dad
The football match?
ml dad
Exactly! He booked a luxury suite at a hotel in Rome with his friends to watch the match on a big screen. He said he’d rather die than miss the final in a village with no proper sports bar. He said he’ll drive down tomorrow morning instead.
fl dad
Shakes his head, chuckling nervously. Ah... kids these days and their football.
ml dad
I tried to drag him, but you know how stubborn he is. Julian was the only one who agreed to come with me today so I wouldn't have to drive up the hills alone.
(Deva’s jaw drops slightly. She slowly turns her head to look at Julian.)
(Julian sits back in the armchair, holding his glass, his dark eyes locked onto Deva with a slow, faint smirk forming on his lips.)
Julien(ml)
Quietly. Surprised?
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Glares at him, her face hot. You... you didn't correct my dad when he called you my fiancé!
Julien(ml)
Takes a sip of his drink. You didn't give me a chance to speak. Besides, you looked very sure about it.
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Muttering under her breath. Arrogant...
Julien(ml)
Leans forward, voice low. Careful, village girl. You're going to have to deal with me all night before your real groom even shows up.
2 brothers
The morning sun hadn't even fully cleared the hills, but the kitchen of the estate was already humming with activity.
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Julian, really, you don’t have to do this," Deva’s aunt insisted, waving her hands in protest as Julian calmly tied a dark linen apron around his waist. "You are our guest! Let us handle breakfast."
Julien(ml)
Consider it a thank you for having me on such short notice."
Deva’s mother threw her hands up in defeat, though a amused smile cracked her face. Within twenty minutes, the aroma of freshly brewed espresso, warm buttered toast, and sizzling pan-fried tomatoes filled the lower floor.
Sitting at the dining table, Deva’s fourteen-year-old sister, Maya, rested her chin on her hands, staring at Julian with wide, adoring eyes.
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You can cook and you look like a movie star?" Maya swooned out loud, completely unbothered by her mother's stern look. "Julian, you are literally an all-rounder. Why couldn't you be the groom?"
Julian didn't answer, but the corner of his lips twitched into a subtle smirk as he set a plate down in front of her.
By evening, Julian had somehow managed to completely charm the house. While Deva kept her distance—still flustered and irritated by his smirking presence—her two younger male cousins, aged twelve and sixteen, were practically glued to his side. He had spent two hours showing them trick shots on the billiards table in the study, instantly earning their absolute devotion.
Later that night, the living room turned into a chaotic gathering. The girls had brought out cones of fresh henna, laughing and chatting on the floor.
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Julian! Come here, you have to help," Maya called out, waving a henna cone at him. "My hands are shaking and Deva refuses to draw the design on my palm!"
Female Lead (FL): Deva Cassel
Maya, leave him alone. He doesn't know how to do that."
Julien(ml)
"I never said I didn't
He walked over, dropping gracefully onto the cushion right beside Maya. Taking the small foil cone from her hand, he held her wrist gently with one hand and began drawing intricate, razor-sharp floral patterns onto her skin with astonishing precision
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Whoa," the sixteen-year-old cousin whispered, leaning over the sofa to watch. "Is there anything this guy can't do?"
Deva stared, her chest tightening slightly. Julian looked up mid-stroke, his sharp blue-grey eyes locking directly onto Deva's across the low table. He didn't say a word, but the unspoken challenge in his gaze made her heart beat unnaturally fast. She quickly looked away, biting the inside of her cheek
The Next Morning
The quiet rhythm of the estate shattered at nine o'clock sharply. The heavy iron gates creaked open, followed by the loud, aggressive rumble of a sports car engine echoing up the driveway.
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He's here! Luca is here!
Upstairs in her bedroom, Deva froze in front of her vanity mirror. She was still in her embroidered silk house robe, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders. She could hear the sudden commotion downstairs—doors opening, loud laughter, and her father’s booming voice welcoming the long-awaited groom.
Luca had finally arrived.
Downstairs, the front doors swung wide. Luca stepped inside, tossing his expensive designer sunglasses onto the entryway table. He looked every bit the pampered, wealthy heir—sharp, handsome, but carrying an air of casual arrogance.
Luca
Sorry I’m late, Uncle!" Luca laughed, shaking Deva’s dad’s hand before pulling him into a brief hug. "The match went into overtime, and the traffic coming out of Rome was a nightmare!"
fl dad
Ah, as long as you arrived safely, my boy!" Deva’s father beamed, gesturing to the rest of the family who had gathered in the foyer to greet him. "Come, come inside! Everyone has been waiting for you."
As the family crowded around Luca, praising his arrival, Julian stood slightly apart near the archway of the living room, a cup of black coffee held loosely in his hand. He watched his foster brother with cold, unreadable eyes.
Luca glanced over, finally spotting Julian standing in the shadows. A slow, knowing grin spread across Luca's face
Luca
Look at you, keeping my seat warm," Luca said, stepping toward him with a smirk. "Did you take good care of my bride's family while I was gone, Julian?"
Julien(ml)
Better than you did
At the top of the stairs, Deva slowly stepped out of her room, her hand resting on the wooden railing as she looked down at the two brothers standing in the foyer below.
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