Batman Fanfiction Overprotective Brothers Of Richard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then tell me.” Viktor leaned back in his chair, gaze turning distant. “Your brothers… Cassian and Leo. They’ve made enemies. Powerful ones. I’ve protected them more than once, quietly. They don’t know it, and that’s fine. But you… you became a weakness they didn’t account for. People started asking questions about the little sister in their house — the one they guard like treasure. And treasure attracts thieves.” Liana froze. “What are you saying?” “I made you untouchable,” Viktor said, meeting her eyes again. “By putting my name next to yours. No one dares move against what’s mine.”

“I didn’t come here for any of your crap. You give me the document or one of them dies. Time’s ticking.” Damon’s jaw flexed. His grip loosened from Richard’s collar, but his stance didn’t soften. “You came to the company and raided the place, right?” Richard’s eyes narrowed. He spat to the side, a sharp, ugly sound. “Where’s your brother?” he sneered. “He’s the smarter one. He should know—” Damon didn’t think. His fist connected with Richard’s face in a brutal arc. Bone met bone with a sickening crack. Richard staggered sideways, nearly losing his footing as he crashed into the wall. A sharp gasp rippled through the room.

“You took my brother from me, and then you took my mother’s death from me! You’ve been saying you were protecting me my entire life, and somehow, every single time you ‘protect’ me, you leave out the only parts that matter!” Richard’s expression hardened into granite. “Your mother believed Adrian was coming back to take what was his. She believed he was dangerous.” “Was she right?” Damon demanded. “Yes!” Damon stared at him, his shoulders trembling. “Then why did you tell me he died in that hospital? Why didn't you give me a chance to find my own brother?!” “Because I wanted you to have a normal life!” Richard yelled, gesturing wildly at the grand marble estate, the towering portraits, the p

“I know I should’ve told him about the whole incident with Josh, but I just wanted him to be happy for a while before dropping the actual bomb.” “I understand you, Joyce.” He sighed. “And I know my brother can be stupid at times like this. He’s just not used to caring about someone, but when he does, you’ll know.” “Yeah, I feel awful right now.” Richard shrugged. “When I was little, I had a bully, Stephen. I was a tiny kid back then—” I laughed. Tiny? Both the brothers had been gifted with the looks and height and everything in between. Not only them but their entire friends' group, even the women. Especially the women. Misoo and Olivia were both attractive women.

Richard added with a sly smirk, “I didn’t know you looked this sexy when… undressed. I mean, look at you. In Luther’s shirt. And nothing else, huh?” Before I could even blink, the door slammed behind him. Luther. His face was unreadable—jaw tight, fists buried deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his brother like he was trying to keep from pouncing. “No offense, brother,” Richard said, as if daring him. “Just admiring the creation. After all, she put it on so all can see.” “Speak again,” Luther said, his voice low, controlled, dangerous. “Say one more fucking thing… and I swear to God, I’ll cut off your tongue and add it to the soup she’s making.”

They stood in absolute silence, but their glares pinned Richard down like hundreds of bloodthirsty blades. My oldest brother, Wyatt, stepped forward. With every step he took, his Supreme Alpha aura forced Richard—a mere Beta—to stumble backward. But Wyatt just walked right up to me, reached out, and elegantly swatted Richard's hand away. The movement was casual, like he was brushing off a piece of annoying dust. "Richard. From the Silver Vein Pack?" Wyatt's voice was soft, but the massive Beta flinched violently. My fifth brother, Connor, let out a cold scoff. "You're the one running that illegal, money-laundering, low-grade silver mine?"

He probably recognized that the appropriateness of his comments was quite questionable. "You could've stayed quiet," Hart, the other guard, said to his comrade softly as he walked towards one of the remaining corpses, inspecting it thoroughly. "Who do you have in mind?" Richard inquired from them. He always considered them brothers, but they were actually cousins. Both possessed identical long blond hair and similar charming manly features and were famously known as "Richard's Twin Wolves." They were a formidable pair, which explained why the Alpha loved having them around.

He cried quietly since he was aware that the men might come looking for him if they found out he was still alive. Since his brother was the only member of his family still alive, Michael adored him and would give his life to protect him. The only thing that his brother failed to do, regrettably, was to explain to his little brother about the seven monsters' identities, motives, and why Michael has the same small moon tattoo on his right chest.

“I was walking away when I suddenly felt someone spurned me around and grabbed my arm. He slammed me against the wall. Looking right into my eyes, I was surprised to see that man Richard. I don't even know him at all. “What are you doing? Let me go I don't even know who you are, stop hurting me” “What are you doing here? Who sent you? I know my brother would never want another mate, he hasn't even gotten over Zara. He can never get over her, He is madly in love with her, it is only a matter of time before he loses his mind, and goes crazy. For a split second I saw him smiling I would not want to admit that he wanted his brother to actually lose his mind over his dead mate saying that would b

Ava said sarcastically while pointing at her eyes. Her retort only had Mason mouth slanting into a cheesy grin. Mason throws a hand on his chest and in a mocking tone said. "Ouch, moon, you hurt my feelings." Ava’s teeth slammed against each other as she grit them and sent the dagger Mason's way. "Okay you two, that's enough. It's getting tiring to hear you two bicker all the damn time. Mason , get out of my room, and Ava , stop plotting my brother's death - even though I'll help you with it.