Brother Conflict Louis Novels & Stories

He'd seen the hurt and confusion in Gideon's eyes. Of course, it was hard to connect that kid to the man he was now. The smashed gift was only a small matter. There were probably many worse incidents that Evan wasn't even aware of. The conflict between the two brothers stemmed from years of resentment. There was no way anyone could fix that. So, why not stir the pot harder? He would make them tear into each other while he waited for the fallout. Evan suddenly realized that he wasn't exactly a good guy, either. But so what? The ends justified the means. He did not doubt that Gideon thought the same thing.

Avni's POV I was shocked to see that I shared all that with him. " Hmmm, then what happened?? " Robert asked. " One day, my sister had gone to her dance classes, and my father asked my mom for money. My mom refused to give him money and he lost his temper. I heard them shouting at each other. I knew my parents were having another fierce verbal battle about money and I ran upstairs. I saw..." I could not say anything more

“I’m in. But—” Vlad’s eyes darkened instantly, filling with anger. “No ‘buts.’ You already refused, Stas.” “As you love to say, nothing is documented. I’m fighting for the inheritance, and that’s final.” “For the inheritance—or for the girl?” “For everything.” Darvin the elder rose to his feet and met his brother’s gaze. A silent battle flared between them before Vlad spoke again. “Don’t expect a fair contest, brother. You know how I get what I want—and this time I’m not talking only about business.”

he said slowly, “that I don’t want hostility between us every second of the day. We’re not enemies, Emily.” I let out a short laugh—quiet, brittle. “Aren’t we?” His jaw ticked, just once. “No.” “You put a tracker on my phone, you….” my voice trailed off as I reminded him softly. “And you went through my journals,” he shot back, his voice calm but edged. “We both crossed lines.” That shut me up. For a moment, we just stared at each other across the table, the air thick with things neither of us wanted to.

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

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

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

Wonder if the illegitimate Vale brother will be invited to the wedding lol. My brows drew together.. Illegitimate Vale brother. Dorian only ever said he had one sibling. A sister who lived in Italy. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen with my phone in my hand. I placed a kettle on cooker and opened my browser. I typed: Vale family illegitimate son. The first page was filled with results. Old interviews. Poor quality photographs. Lawsuit. SECRET CHILD? VALE FAMILY SCANDAL. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DISPUTE.

His second in command finished up what Mario had started as the man's screams resonated throughout the place. He got back into the car and drove to the estate. He had a problem waiting for him. According to some of his ranking officers, his older brother had been stirring up trouble. He assumed he could talk to Mario any way he liked, even though Mario was the leader. Lucien's ego could not handle his younger brother taking the lead. He was determined to fight for what was his at all costs. Mario stood in front of his brother and scoffed at his stubborn posture. He was totally getting on his nerves.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.