My Ex's Billionaire Brothers Want Me

Trixie's POV I knew every word in the speech Levi Smith was about to give, I had written it and rehearsed it with him over a hundred times.Standing near the front of the large ballroom with a campaign glass I haven't slipped from due to nervousness.Over two hundred of the city's most powerful people filled the room beneath the glittering chandelier.Tonight, the Smith family was celebrating a huge milestone, a business victory and Levi would finally earn the recognition he had spent his entire life chasing.A light smile touched my lips, I helped him get here. I should feel relaxed, everything would go according to plan, yet I couldn't shake this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.My thumb brushed the silver ring on my finger nervously. It was the only thing I had left of my father who died when I was too young to remember his face.A few hours before joining the celebration, I visited my mother at the care home. Her dementia had worsened and she didn't even recognize her litt

Trixie's POV The following morning, I began packing before sunrise.I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Levi standing beneath the ballroom lights, announcing his engagement to another woman while claiming the success we'd built together as his own.By four in the morning, I had accepted one painful truth. I couldn't stay in this city.The apartment was quiet as I moved from room to room, gathering my belongings. I took my clothes, important documents, a few books, and the small jewelry box I had owned since college. I left the expensive gifts Levi had bought me and the things we had purchased together.They no longer felt like mine.My fingers paused over the silver ring on my bedside table. It had belonged to my father, the only thing I had left of him. I slipped it onto my finger and twisted it once, drawing comfort from its familiar weight.Everything else could be replaced, but my father couldn't.Neither could the years I had wasted believing Levi and I were buil

Flynn's POV I had no intention of losing.As I stepped into the ballroom, I surveyed the gathering of executives, investors, and business leaders. Tonight's partnership event was more than another business function. It was a test, and my father had made the rules painfully clear.*The son who secures the West Tech partnership will prove he deserves to lead this family.*Williams Smith had delivered those words over dinner three days earlier, addressing all three of his sons as though he were announcing a competition rather than discussing the future of his company.I had expected nothing less.As the eldest son and designated heir, I had spent my life meeting expectations that were never formally acknowledged as achievements. Every successful acquisition became the minimum requirement for the next. Every mistake was remembered long after my victories had been forgotten.My father's approval was a moving target. Yet I continued chasing it.Smith Group's expansion depended heavily on