Brotherhood Envy Novels & Stories

Whispering her bitterness and sorrow to her children's ears and making them hate me too. “The sin of envy is like a curse in our DNA,” sister Elise once said. “It destroys the fool and kills the simple. Bitter envy and selfish ambition have destroyed many great civilizations before us. It was the root of all the chaos in the past. Thou shalt not let it into thee. Only then ye shall be happy.” Simple. But the question is, how can you fight something in your DNA?

The elegant ballroom around us seemed to blur at the edges, reality bending and reshaping itself to accommodate this impossible new information. Brother. The concept didn’t fit. It made no sense against the picture I’d been piecing together from the tension, the barely concealed hostility, the way they’d looked at each other like enemies across a battlefield. They weren’t brothers. Brothers fought, sure, but this wasn’t sibling tension. This was war. This was the kind of animosity that came from betrayal so deep it had carved permanent scars into their souls. How had I missed it? How had I sat between two brothers and been completely blind to the connection?

"Was the company not enough? Did you have to take my soul, too?" The realization that my own brother had been the one in that photo that he had been the one forcing Aria to submit while I was upstairs sleeping, the one who orchestrated the kidnapping to get Project Apex—was a knife that wouldn't stop twisting. He hadn't just wanted the company. He wanted to steal every piece of my soul, to break the woman I loved and make me watch. It wasn't about the power; it was about the humiliation. That's the difference between a rival and a brother. A rival just takes the throne. A brother lights your life on fire and hands you the match.

“We? I wonder how many of you take part in this fucked-up gang.” “Plenty.” Her eyes gleam with amusement. “All of us you all bullied in school.” Mira and Jason’s gazes widen. Sandra doesn’t flinch. I lean back in my seat, a grin tugging at my lips. “Seems like the Sisterhood’s bond is strong because of a common enemy.” “It—” Isabelle starts. Benita raises a hand. “Enough!” Isabelle’s lips slam shut. I smirk. “Finally, Madam speaks.”

He looked concerned and caring like the good brother rushing to help his clumsy step-sister. “Let me help you up,” he said, positioning himself to block most of the crowd’s view as he pulled me to my feet. The moment I was upright and pressed against him, his mouth moved close to my ear and his voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear. “You stupid, clumsy bitch.” My blood ran cold. “Did you really think you could get through one night without fucking something up?” His whisper was vicious while his hands remained gentle on my arms, the perfect picture of brotherly support. “Look at you. Covered in champagne and blood and humiliation. Exactly where you belong.”

“And what did you expect?” I shrugged. “The guy who barely talks. The brother who disappears when family’s around. Liam says you’re just... different.” His jaw ticked, but he didn’t react right away. “He’s right. I am.” There was no pride in it. No apology either. “You don’t try to be likable, do you?” “No,” he said. “I try to be honest.” I studied him. The sharpness in his face. The stillness in his posture. The way his eyes didn’t soften, but they didn’t harden either.

I know it sounds fucking corny. I don't care. With them, I felt something I hadn't felt before—like I actually belonged somewhere. Like I wasn't just some broken stray they tolerated. I'm trying to build that with the Serpents now. Not just a club—a brotherhood. Real loyalty. Real connections. Living surrounded by men who'd slit your throat the first chance they got? It grows old fast. So, I've made a shitload of changes. Ripped out the rotting foundation and started replacing it brick by brick.

His grin was dangerous and wicked, like that of a psychopath. Catherine saw the smirk on his face and felt a chill down her spine. Catherine began to wonder how a man as calm and gentle as Ethan Hunt was able to father two psychopaths. Seriously, between Jayden and Kayden, Catherine, who had grown up with them and had witnessed their childhood, couldn't pinpoint which one was more sinister than the other, but she knew something for certain. Even though Jayden had been raised as the heir of the Hunt family and had received all the love and attention in his life, he was so jealous of his brother that it soon became an obsession.

Then he left, casually heading up to his room, leaving me behind, reeling and wondering what this new game was all about. I slumped back into my chair, my thoughts swirling with a mix of anger, apprehension, and curiosity. What could he possibly gain from this fake generosity? The Raj I knew—my stepbrother, my one-time bully—was never the kind of person to do anything without a hidden motive.Generosity and kindness didn’t suit him; I knew his true nature—the heart of a devil wrapped in a handsome face. Wait… handsome? My mind quickly corrected itself. Handsome? No way. He’s the most unattractive devil there could be. His kindness was nothing more than a mask, hiding something far more sinist

“Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!” “Illegitimate daughter, get out of the Fraser family! Only the legitimate son deserves to inherit!” “Wealthy families are indeed messy. I feel bad for Daniel, being suppressed by a bastard for so many years.” I smiled. He was really letting it get to his head. Let's see who would get the last laugh.