Brother Complex Novels & Stories

So I left it there. I remembered the rule Anabel and I made seven years ago. The promise Anabel and I made years ago was during our final year in college. Anabel's older cousin who was living with them had started dating our third friend Rebecca. At first, it seemed fine. But when things went bad between them, it became messy. Really bad for both our friend group and Anabel’s family. Family dinners became uncomfortable and awkward. Anabel’s cousin drifted away slowly. He even moved out of Anabel’s house. Our friend group split because Rebecca stopped coming around. The cousin blamed Anabel for everything. Anabel's family took sides. It was just a disaster. Anabel still feels like she was the

I realized at that moment that I had crossed a boundary I could not uncross. She works for me under the watchful eyes of my brother and father. Whatever this was, it could not exist within the four walls of this building, not without serious consequences.

Even his silence, which once felt charged and heavy, was just… absent now. And it shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered to me. I told myself that every night. But it did. I caught myself listening for his footsteps when I climbed the stairs. I found myself searching the halls when classes let out, my chest tightening when I didn’t see him leaning against a wall like he used to. I didn’t ask Liam where his brother was. I couldn’t. Because what right did I have? Still, the ache was there, sharp and strange, like a bruise I didn’t remember earning.

"Everyone thinks the CEO gets into bar fights now. I'm coming to the office looking like I just survived a boxing match." "You shouldn't have said those things about him." I kept my voice low. "Or his mother. He's still your brother, Arthur." Arthur laughed, harsh and bitter. "He's a bastard. An unwanted stain on the Klein name. That's all he's ever been and that's all he will ever be." I stared at him—this man I had spent three years loving, three years trying to be enough for—and I felt nothing except a distant sort of pity. "You will never change, will you?" I said quietly.

Although I already came to a decision to move on, I can't help but feel bitter. ' Pathetic, aren't you?' I can hear someone inwardly mocking me. I must be the most pathetic being to ever exist. I force my mind off him, deciding that he isn't worth my tears. My brother has no title in the pack. Although he is of Beta blood and had high chances of becoming the beta, he chose to follow our father's footsteps and took over the family company. He is the CEO of a multi- billionaire company. He has connections extending to all sides of the country and beyond.

Moriah replied sadly. "His scumbag half brother didn't get tired of making trouble," Zachary said with clenched teeth. "But don't worry, with your husband's capabilities, he always finds solutions and his company gets better after the trouble." "They're brothers, why would he want to see his brother ruined?" Moriah couldn't grasp why a brother would act like that. "I don't know, you know he is a man of few words, so I have no idea why his brother was like that to him," Zachary said.

I ask him, crossing my arms. All i wanted was to go for a fucking run, i didn’t realise that MR drama queen would literally rip someone's heart out because they shook my hand. He's hot, but he’s kind of pathetic too, who the fuck even does that? “So, you are the one my brother is so hung up on.” He says with a smirk, “I can see why.” Brother? Well, shit. This can’t be good. I scoff, leaning back on the scratchy mattress, “Yeah, me too, it’s because he’s a sociopath.”

“Yes, of course I have. I’ve read every word a hundred times over, but that’s your version of reality, it’s not taking into account illness, or mental health problems, or how they are most likely a hell of a lot more impactful than you wanting to fuck your students. Alcoholism is a great thing to admit to, it really is. We always struggled to get you to see that, but in the other areas, the sexual deviances… you’re still under an illusion. You clearly don’t have the capacity for restraint, but we can help with that. Professionals can help with that.” My brother was trying to be kind. It was nice to see. His eyes were the same colour as mine and I could read his expressions like my own. He se

I set down my coffee cup, giving her my full attention. "The brothers..." she continued, now she was litreally whispering. "They were traumatized by their father. He pitted them against each other constantly, always pushing them to perform better than the other. You know... he kept crazy competions at home... to decide who was the best among two... There would be weekly debates, business ideas discussions... and the winner got their father's approval. It was toxic. And it broke them inside..." I started feeling dizzy. I thought about Theo's need for structure and control, Max's rebellious spontaneity. Perhaps it was their coping mechanisms... two different responses to the same wound.

Kevin replied adamantly. “Don’t do this man.” “Dude, you either join in the brother’s code or you leave me alone.” Brother’s code? What brother’s code? I so much wanted to know but I can’t afford to make myself be remembered now, I made a mental note to ask Adrian, that’s if he will tell me though.