Bill Cipher Brother Novels & Stories

Why won’t I be able to date him. That was what I thought until he left again, it was like I had to go through the pain all over again and it scared me a lot but snapped me back to reality. With Charles I can dream of perfection and maybe I could even have it but how would I bare it if things don’t work out. How would I cope if he disappeared again. What would I do if my brother becomes my Ex. How would I act when he brings home the girl he finally found forever with. How would I survive if I run out of love for him at all areas, even as a brother.

“She’s also the one who went behind the company’s back to tell the influencers that the payment budgeted for them had supposedly been cut in half by me.” “I never said it was you,” she snarls. “Then why am I the topic of discussion in Pink Barbie’s live?” I retort. “Enough!” Silence. We both turn to face Sir Billy. “Enough,” he repeats. “We will not have any bickering or allow you to delay this meeting.” He leans back. “The bone of contention is that the money budgeted as payment for the influencers is different from what was drafted in the contract?” “Yes, sir.”

Silence on the other end for a moment. Then a voice came through. Male. Calm. Almost pleasant. “Hello, brother.” Adrian’s hand tightened around the phone. “Who is this?” he asked. “I think you know who this is. Or at least you should.” The voice paused. “Though I suppose Father never mentioned me, did he? Not to any of you. I was always meant to stay buried.” The room had gone completely silent. “What do you want?” Adrian asked. “I want what’s mine. What was stolen from me.” The voice lost some of its pleasantness. “But we’ll get to that. First, we need to talk about your sons.”

Sloane called that night. "Heard about the letter," she said. "Are you okay?" "Define okay." "I'm coming over." "Don't. It's not safe." "Don't care. I'll be there in twenty." She hung up before I could argue. Sloane arrived with takeout and a bottle of wine. "You look like crap," she said. "Thanks." She sat down and poured us both glasses. "So," she said. "My brother showed up in a panic and left with his security team. Any idea what that's about?"

He had left two years ago after his father brought Paula to the house. “Why would you read the will before my father is even buried?” he demanded “That was your father’s wish” Callan replied. Sean wanted to argue again but Jennifer stopped him. He was about to be made the owner of the Holloway empire. “Fine. Let’s get this over with” he said instead. Callan breathed. “We are waiting for just one more person” he said. Jennifer squeezed her face. “Who else?” she asked. In that second, Lily walked in and Jennifer jerked up from the chair immediately.

She tapped on my shoulders and I smiled faintly at her. Still, I called Jayden out of my office, we got into the car and I told Thomas to take us back home. BILLY/ MONEY's POV I was still on the bed looking up at the ceiling, wondering how on earth I was supposed to get this guy. His brothers had not given me a single clue about him, but they expected me to help them get him. How was I supposed to do that? "Well, he paid much more than usual, and I've accepted it. Now I cannot complain."

“Like most billionaires...” Hunter waited. “...he has a safe in his house. Word goes he has at least two million in there.” “How do you know?” Hunter asked him. “I might have pulled some strings. Paid one of his associates to spill.” “Which associates?” “Robert Holland's half-brother. Same father different mothers.” “You paid a billionaire's brother to spill?” Something didn't add up to Hunter. He was cautious since Hector and Marco Bianchi had told him not to trust anyone.

More like… invested. Second Brother never did anything without a reason. Was he really doing this for Bill—to save his sister-in-law? Somehow, I doubted it.

Bill leans back, scanning Trent’s liberal use of eyeliner, the leopard-print jacket with the white fuzzy collar, the strands of fake pearls around the kid’s thin neck. “What’s that I smell?” he rasps, after taking a loud sniff. “Perfume?” “Cologne. Trying to be presentable, you know.” “More like trying to get beat.” Bill makes a great show of shrugging. “Anyway, what you need, kid?” “Your brother—” “Your father, you mean. Show some respect.” “He didn’t leave me any money.” “That’s why you call me, at eight on a Sunday?” Trent turns checking his watch into a piece of theater. The dramatics run deep in this family: every slight, every comeback elevated to the level of Shakespeare. “Yeah, and i

But the coast seemed clear. With one last glance over my shoulder, I set off into the night. My mind churned with thoughts as I hurried along the path. My next hasty step came to a pause with the appearance of Billy and his pack of rogues. “Is there a problem, boys?” I asked, keeping my voice steady as I watched them circle around me. “We have come to claim our wages, boss. Or do you think we work in vain?” Billy bit back. “You have no wages to claim,” I snapped. “At least not without my brother’s head, as I have asked. But judging how he is well and back, I take it that you all failed again”