Best Friend's Brother Victoria Justice Mga Nobela at Kwento

He proceeded to share everything: Victoria's favorite positions, her sensitive spots, even her birthmarks. Whispers turned into an uproar. This was no longer merely explosive—it was a bomb detonating in front of everyone. Having exposed her most private details, Drew went further, recounting exactly how Victoria had become entangled with them. "We were never her ex-boyfriends. Victoria was not a lover—she was a pet, and we were her masters. There's no doubt about who the masters were: me and my brother." "For all the excitement you've watched so far, you probably still don't know who we are," he continued. "I am Drew Berryman, and the man in the wheelchair is my brother, Darius Berryman."

“Sold her kid, broke the syndicate code. I only gave him the justice he deserved.” Viktor’s eyes widened, his voice a snarl, his gun shaking. “You’re lying!” he shouted, his denial raw, his men shifting. “My brother was no monster! You killed him for power!” I stepped forward, my voice low, my wire catching every word. “You’re no different from your brother,” I said, my eyes locked on Viktor’s, my anger a furnace. “You killed my team—Reynolds, Malik, Torres, Jenna, Lisa—your orders, your bullets, and you think your brother can’t do what he’s been accused of?”

“Put me down!” “You have to calm down first,” I said coldly, entering the confines of the metal contraption. Just as the elevator slid close, the thugs that had been looking for Victoria came into view. I held my breath, gripping my gun in the other hand while the other was around Victoria's legs. They turned towards us too late. I let out a breath I've been holding. “That is your brother! For crying out loud! Are you that cruel?” “You think I did not know that? Do you think it's easy for me to pick you up and leave him behind? We're friends before we’ve become brothers so don’t assume things. You don't know everything.”

The fight was real. And the biggest twist of all had just been dropped. Victor was Damien’s biological half-brother. The one who ruined the company from the start. And for the first time, the brothers were ready to face him together.

Nathan shakes his head tossing the controller down, Eli looked at Nathan and grins triumphantly, running a hand through his messy sandy blonde locks "Aw c'mon Nate, I totally kicked your ass! Maybe if you spent less time chasing skirt and more time practicing..." he chuckles, stretching languidly, his toned abdomen peeking out from under his snug neon green t-shirt. "I'm gonna grab a beer, wanna one?" Suddenly Nate’s phone rings Nathan glances at the caller ID seeing it's his older brother Damon before turning back to Eli. "Nah, I'm good. And hey, not everyone can be a gaming pro AND pull tail like me," Nathan jokes cockily, flashing Eli a playful smirk. "Besides, you'd be bored stiff withou

Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Jake, tears running down his face like river. "I am sorry, I should have not left, I was not able to save him, I was not able to save anything." He cried resting his head on my shoulder. He had lost his brother, his best friend. Brittany came and hugged me, we cried together. "We need to go Jia" I shook my head, I can't leave Viktor here. She tried to pull me. I stood up with little bit strength left in me with help of Jake and placed Viktor on the ground. "I love you" I whispered kissing him on lips. I dragged myself along with the others.

Kyan was stunned that even Justin didn't want to side with him "Nothing...that girl did all the bad things and now Victor is treating me badly...this isn't fair please make him understand that I'm...his little brother, "Kyan said in frustration making his anger known to both men but even Justin was busy dozing as if he didn't care. Lookiyat Victor, was busy typing on his computer hence he grew angry and stomped his feet angrily before he stormed out of the office. If his brother won't change his mind then he and to make sure that girl paid for what she caused

“End it, Isla. End whatever this is with Zayne before you destroy everything.” Destroy. The word hits like a truck. “I can’t just—” “You CAN,” she snaps. “You will.” I flinch. She notices, and some of her anger folds into sorrow. She sits on the edge of the bed, voice softer. “He’s my brother. You’re my best friend. If either of you gets hurt, I’m the idiot who let it happen.” My eyes burn. “No one planned to hurt anyone.” “Isla…” Sienna looks at me like she’s seeing right into the truth I’ve been running from.

I held her awkwardly, surprised by her vulnerability. "I've been so awful to you," she choked out between sobs. "Why would you help me? Help him?" "Because he's my brother," I said simply. "And because no one deserves what Marcus has planned—not even people who've hurt me." She pulled back, wiping her tears with trembling hands. "I don't understand you, Victoria Howlthorne." I gave her a small smile. "That's okay. You don't have to understand me to work with me."

A married woman like her could infatuate you so much? "Or…" Victoria looked around and revealed a vicious grin. "Brother, is this for Zephyr Hamerton? You're helping everyone related to him, not caring if you're going against me! All these to make him happy, is that so?" Alexander did not say anything, but his expression turned uglier. Victoria's eyes glinted. She had long noticed that something was wrong with him. She did not expect… "Haha, my silly brother!" She snickered. "You do so much to help Zephyr Hamerton, but does Mr. Z Hamerton recognize you?"