All Chapters of The Brothers Who Found Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The Dante estate felt different that evening. Security had indeed been doubled—Lorenzo's people everywhere, visible and invisible. But it wasn't the security that made Sophia uneasy. It was the waiting.Thomas Blackwood had made his threat. Now they were all just waiting to see what form his retaliation would take."Stop pacing," Ethan said from the couch where he'd been playing guitar. "You're making me nervous.""I can't help it," Sophia replied. "I feel like we're sitting ducks.""We're not sitting ducks. We're prepared." But even Ethan didn't sound entirely convinced.Alexander emerged from his office, looking tired. "I've been on the phone with our lawyers, the FBI, even a few senators who owe the family favors. Everyone agrees Thomas Blackwood's statement was threatening, but no one can act on it until he actually does something.""So we just wait for him to attack?" Sophia demanded."Or we make him come to us," Lorenzo said, entering with his laptop. "I've been digging into Tho

At 2 a.m., the plan began.Alexander called the investment team at Dante Industries.“Remove all our money from Blackwood Capital. Now. I don’t care about penalties.”Lorenzo sent secure messages to twelve companies.“Dante Industries is offering you three times your current rent if you move out immediately.”Daniel Wright started calling his contacts at the SEC and the FBI, quietly sharing information about strange money movements that needed investigation.At the same time, Catherine Price released a strong but carefully written statement to the press:“The Dante family has confirmed that the recent fire at Sophia Dante’s Manhattan studio was caused by an employee of Blackwood Security, a company owned by Thomas Blackwood. This attack happened shortly after Mr. Blackwood was linked to an identity fraud attempt against Ms. Dante. This shows a clear pattern of criminal harassment. The Dante family is fully cooperating with federal authorities and taking all legal steps to protect Ms.

The next morning was chaotic.Not dangerous chaos—domestic chaos. The kind that came from brothers deciding to implement her "live life" mandate immediately and enthusiastically."What is happening?" she asked, stumbling into the kitchen to find Ethan attempting to make pancakes while Damian supervised."No, you need to flip it when the bubbles form—""I know when to flip a pancake, Damian!""Clearly you don't, because that one is burning—""Morning!" Lorenzo appeared from outside, dripping wet in a wetsuit. "Went for a swim. Ocean's cold but worth it.""You went swimming? It's February!""I'm getting a boat," Lorenzo announced. "Already called the dealer. Should be delivered next week."Alexander walked in fully dressed in a suit. "I'm heading to the office—""No, you're not," Sophia said firmly."Excuse me?""It's Sunday. The office is closed. You're staying here and reading a book like a normal person."Alexander looked genuinely distressed. "I don't have time to read—""Make time,

The flight to Paris was calm and smooth. The private jet flew quietly through the clouds over the Atlantic Ocean. Sophia sat by the window, watching the sea below and feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness growing inside her.Alexander sat across from her, working on his laptop like he always did. Damian was reading a medical journal. Lorenzo was on his phone, most likely handling security plans. Ethan had his headphones on, lost in his music.They were all going to Paris because of her. They had changed their schedules and put their work aside just to support her. Thinking about it made Sophia feel emotional.“Thank you,” she said suddenly.Alexander looked up. “For what?”“For coming with me. For always being there for me.”Her brothers shared a look.“Sophia,” Alexander said softly, “you’re our sister. There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”"Even Lorenzo?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I know he hates leaving his security systems.”"Even me," Lorenzo confirmed withou

Sophia returned to New York with the memory of Theo Sinclair’s cold behavior sitting heavily in her chest. It felt like a stone she couldn’t get rid of.It bothered her more than it should have. She was Sophia Dante—a powerful fashion leader, a woman who had built an empire and survived serious danger. She shouldn’t care that a rich, emotionless man treated her like she didn’t matter.But she did.“You’ve been very quiet,” Damian said during the flight home. He had been watching her as she stared out the window, barely touching her coffee.“I’m just tired,” Sophia replied. It wasn’t a complete lie. The gala had drained her—hours of smiling, talking, and pretending to be fine for people who all wanted something from her.“You did great,” Alexander said, closing his laptop. “People were talking about collaborations. The Met curator seemed very interested in your work.”“Mmm,” Sophia answered, distracted.Her brothers exchanged looks. She knew that look—they were silently asking each oth