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"DO YOU THINK I WANT YOU HERE? I FUCKING DON'T" Christopher shouted on top of his voice scaring Serena with his tone yet again. He was raging, raging like a bull at this point. He wasn't even sure about what he was talking anymore. He was not even in his senses now, while more hurt was she when she heard his next words. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN TO EVERYONE. NO WONDER WHY MY BROTHER LEFT YOU, WHO WOULD TOLERATE A WOMAN AS FAKE AS YOU!"

“No offense, bestie, you are the best.” “Oh girl, I know,” she smirked, shrugged her shoulders, raised her nails, examined them, and then aimed her gaze towards my brother. “You need to listen to what your sister is telling you before you lose her.” Damn alcohol really makes someone appear brave. I would have never been able to tell my brother all of that if I were sober. But I don't regret it. He needed to understand what he was doing to me and how his actions were causing me to feel about myself.

While harsh words from his elder brother were nothing new, they still stung. "He's your brother, Aaron. Don't be so unkind to him. How can you speak to him that way?" Mr. Alit's expression revealed his annoyance, clearly disapproving of his son's overbearing attitude. "It was you who brought him here, and I never accepted this weakling as my brother. It would be better in this way," Aaron retorted, rising from his chair after cleaning his hands. He stormed out of the hall and got into his car. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he hissed in pain. Fortunately, the faint foundation he'd applied had concealed the fingerprint marks.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

and that’s the best way I could ever do in front of these people. I remembered my brother…Bro? I was trying to find him on the crowd. My eyes are wandering just to see my brother, but I failed. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

Days passed by...until they eventually turned into weeks... He never showed up again...Not even once... Of course he wouldn’t. Not after that “interesting” discovery... Maybe it was for the best...since he was nothing but a despicable creature who could only bring pain, like mother always says about fallens. But still... I quietly sighed, shoving the huge leathered book back inside its place, turning around as I was about to leave, only to suddenly stop once I’ve noticed my brother standing just a few steps away, curiously eyeing me.

“Thank you, brother.” I turn to Raleigh. Hopefully I’m not a fool for allowing him to be privy to such private conversations. “Sounds like I have more research for you to do.” But his gaze is unfocused, as if he’s looking at something in his mind’s eye. “Actually, I might know a book that could have information on this,” he says. “I can show you now if you want to follow me back to the library.” With a look at my brother, I know he’s coming along for the ride, too.

I groaned and he chuckled. "What's up, my brother who made the whole country proud?" He asked with a slight grin on his face. Zane is the brother who is carefree and playful, he wasn't jealous of my success, instead, he was happier by the fact that our father stopped acknowledging him and let him live his life. "Fuck off." I rolled my eyes playfully, he laughed in response. "What are you doing here?" I asked and he pointed out the book he was looking at, I snatched the book away from him and saw women pictures of their face.

Have you ever read a story on the brothers’ bond? If not, then you are in the right place. This story is not your typical love story, so if you are here to read a particular love story, then the story is not for you guys. (Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book. If you get confused anywhere, then you can read the 1st book to clear your confusion.)