Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

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.

"Sloane, darling. You haven't met Ashton yet, have you?" Sloane's blood ran cold. "Ashton is James's brother," Mrs. Moore continued. "Half-brother. He's been traveling for years. Just came back." Sloane stared at him. He stared back. "Half-brother," she repeated. "Yes." Mrs. Moore smiled. "Family is complicated, isn't it?"

Relationship: Brother‍. The word hit me like a fierce wa‍ve Broth⁠er. I had felt i⁠t‍ in my gut, but⁠ seeing it writt⁠en in black and whit⁠e made it real. I had a‌ brother. I had an entire person in my life that I had completely forgotten about⁠.

Dante’s twin brother. I'd never met Marco; I only knew he existed. Dante had told me Marco handled family business in Europe and rarely came back to Chicago. Whenever I asked, he'd say they didn't get along and told me not to push it. But what was he saying now? "Bro, you really never touched Rose? Seriously though, she's a hell of a ride." Marco’s face twisted into a sickening grin that made me want to throw up. I had to fight to hold it down.

His words hung in the air as I stared at him stunned, but now Ezra’s face had already lit up. “Yes, Yes,” He said, nodding eagerly. “He’s right. My brother here owns the Lennix group abroad, the biggest tech company abroad, and I'm sorry I didn't let you know, but he is here to build a new venture.” Ezra immediately turned back to me, his eyes hopeful and with a smile. “Why don’t you work under him? Get ideas to grow the company, so your takeover can be smooth.” My chest tightened as I stared at them both.

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.

I ended things with Mark after months of "I love yous" that never aligned. No fight. We just wanted different things. Six days later, I texted his brother. I didn't plan it. While I was still with Mark, he showed me his brother on a video call — "my brother cooks." I thought he was fine, but I looked away. He was off-limits. Then I saw him on my FYP. Cooking. Laughing. Soft-spoken but confident. Something in me wanted to know him. They said he doesn't have Instagram, so they gave me his number instead. Now I'm caught between guilt and something I can't explain. I have to tell both <

The Brother, the Protector, and the Guardian Uncle Harsh’s vision of the future extended far beyond his parents; it encompassed his sisters and the entire extended family. He was a boy with an abundance of affection to give, and he wore his heart on his sleeve. He shared a deeply protective bond with his family, particularly standing like a steadfast pillar of strength beside my elder brother during his wedding. While others were caught up in the celebratory chaos, Harsh had taken charge of responsibilities well beyond his years. He ensured every detail was handled, running errands, welcoming guests, and making sure the entire e