Band Of Brothers Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damien. My dear brother. I haven’t spoken to him in two years, and yet the bastard still tries to reel me back in every few months. With charm, threats or guilt. He’s always been the golden one, the face of the Delacroix empire. I was just the shadow, the mistake in a tailored suit. I used to love him until I found him in bed with the woman I was going to marry. I remember the taste of betrayal like it happened yesterday. The way the air left my lungs, rage that burned through me like acid. The moment I learned that blood doesn’t guarantee loyalty.

The moment she heard the door open, she rushed toward him. She almost spoke, but my appearance froze her. She looked at me in shock as my brother carefully set me on the couch. She asked coldly, "What happened to you?" But I could see the glimmer of happiness inside her. "Nothing new. Emilia caused trouble again," I said with a small smile. She looked away from me, her pupils trembling slightly. My brother brought the first aid kit. His sister stared at him in awe. "Adrian cares about someone? That’s a miracle!" she exclaimed, before he gave her a threatening glare.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

Hey, this is my sister, she’s never held a job for more than six months. “He… kind of warned me not to…” I smirked. “That’s a shame.” “Well, I never explicitly agreed to honor his wishes.” Jackpot. He winced. “That’s gross, isn’t it? I promise, I’m not planning some weird, ‘ha ha, I banged your sister’ prank or something like that.” “I don’t think my brother would be friends with someone like that.” “I don’t either,” Matthew agreed. “We don’t let assholes into our group.”

At last, something inside me finally snapped. ‎“Get your fucking hands off me, you disgusting cheating bitch!” ‎ ‎Gasps exploded across the hall. Lila’s mouth fell open. Ayesha jumped up from her seat, squealing and punching the air in excitement. ‎ ‎“I’m not marrying your ass!” I shouted. “You fucked my brother during our engagement and so many times before then, now you want me to act like nothing happened? If you like him so much, then be with him!” ‎ ‎Haru stepped forward. “What are you doing, Ren? Embarrassing Lila and the family like that?”

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

Just before I could retort that this would be the last time when we suddenly heard a loud horn from afar, making us stand up. “They are back!” I heard Scarlett happily say as she went out of the room, and I followed her too. I watched as the warriors—leading by Alpha Lucien, had a bright smile on their faces despite the fact that most of them had been bandaged, wounded from the war. “Welcome home,” I heard Scarlett say as Lucien, my brother, had already taken her to his embrace, burying his face to her neck, making me roll my eyes at their affection. Argh, if it were before I would tease Scarlett about it, but now, damn it, I’m also jealous!