(Bryan’s POV)
I place the cup of chamomile tea on Lord Roberto’s desk. The rich sweet scent of it fills the four corners of his office as I stand silently beside his table. He barely looked up from, his eyes tucked on the papers in front of him, but I know he appreciated the gesture. This is the reason why I kept doing this for the past twenty seven years of my life. I’m still hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'll finally see me as his son. I’m tired of him shoving to my face how much he favors Cole over me. I understand that I could never replace him as his successor. He's smarter and stronger than me. He knows how to negotiate with the enemies. He knows how to create alliances. He's the perfect heir to his position. Maybe, I should just accept the fact that he’s always going to be better than me. "Did you take your meds?" I asked, looking at him despite his negligence. Father started taking maintenance(Bright’s POV) If you told me five years ago that a day would come that I'd marry a mafia boss, I’m gonna laugh in your face like a damn lunatic. Nothing gave me the slightest clue that this was about to happen. Me and marriage are just two different words that shouldn’t be really together, you know? Aside from my sister, I never really thought about getting old with someone else. It’s just the way I am. But everything changed when I met Cole. Ever since he came into my life, there was never a day that I felt alone. Empty, yeah. Whenever he's at work, and has to do business. But he never really gave me reason to feel like I’m going to be dealing with things all by myself. I know that he’s always going to have my back. And that’s what brought me exactly to this moment of my life. I stared at the baby blue suit hanging in front of me. It’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the last suit I wore the first
(Bryan’s POV) I place the cup of chamomile tea on Lord Roberto’s desk. The rich sweet scent of it fills the four corners of his office as I stand silently beside his table. He barely looked up from, his eyes tucked on the papers in front of him, but I know he appreciated the gesture. This is the reason why I kept doing this for the past twenty seven years of my life. I’m still hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'll finally see me as his son. I’m tired of him shoving to my face how much he favors Cole over me. I understand that I could never replace him as his successor. He's smarter and stronger than me. He knows how to negotiate with the enemies. He knows how to create alliances. He's the perfect heir to his position. Maybe, I should just accept the fact that he’s always going to be better than me. "Did you take your meds?" I asked, looking at him despite his negligence. Father started taking maintenance
(Bryan’s POV) I leaned against the car seat, while my fingers were busy drumming on the wheel. Bright's face keeps flashing in my mind. That pissed-off glare, the way his lips parted like he was about to curse me out but held back. The way his eyes softened—just a little—when he talked about his sister. I get it now. I get why Cole’s losing his damn mind over him. Bright has this... pull. Something that makes you want to protect him, even when you know he doesn’t need it. It’s annoying as hell. But let’s be clear, I’m not Cole. I’m not stupid enough to fall into that trap. And there’s no way in hell that I’m gay. Still, I guess I should thank Bright for driving Cole insane. That little distraction works in my favor. At least, I know that he’s contributing in ensuring my spot.I don’t If Lord Roberto is choosing a successor, I know exactly who he’ll pick. Me. I smirked to myself and pul
(Bright’s POV) The entire time that I was in Bryan’s car, you’d be surprised because he’s actually quite nice. He’s just a little haughty sometimes. But he’s definitely a good guy… I guess. He would tell me stories about him as a child. I learned from him that Cole is actually his half brother. They’re from different mothers. And if you’re curious how that happened, I don’t know. I didn’t ask. I thought he’d tell me if he wanted me to know. Nevertheless, I learned a lot from him, especially why their father taught me so much. It turned out that Lord Roberto is actually thinking of passing the position to either of them. That explains the tension between Cole and him. There’s obviously a competition. I’m just starting to realize how serious Cole really is about marrying me. He’s willing to turn his back from his father and to the potential fortune that he might inherit. I won’t be surprised if it’s Bryan that Lord Roberto will choose
(Cole’s POV) “Get the hell out of that door,” I threatened the guy that was blocking my way. He didn't bother looking at me. He just maintained his posture there, like he wasn't already shaking from the tone of my voice alone. There are five of them there. Each of them holding a gun in their hand. I clenched my jaw when he didn't budge despite having visible fear in his eyes. His eyes were looking past me—straight to the old man sitting in the corner of the room. The main reason why they're doing this from the very start. They're never going to move unless it’s an order from him. "Don't bother wasting your time, Cole. They won't listen to you unless you have my power to give them orders," he said, knowing very well that it's the last thing I want to hear right now. I stood near the door, with my fists clenched into a hard rock. I don’t trust Lord Roberto. I never have. And I sure as hell don’t trust whatever this little meeting is ab
(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up. Let me tell you what. You’re not going to expect what I’m about to say next because— Bryan has saved me more times than I can count. I know it sounds dumb. It started with small things—pushing me out of the way of a trap, throwing me a weapon when I was cornered. But then it just became more thoughtful and protective. He fought for me. It’s unbelievable, but he stood between me and people who clearly wanted me eliminated in this game. He was actual