Brothers Regret After I Left Novel Novels & Stories

To let her know the impact of her absence. Tears welled up in her eyes, so many emotions filled in her face, and regret wasn't part of it. She definitely doesn't regret her actions… but why? “My brother isn't himself yunno. I think he hates me now, he blames me for keeping you and AJ's situationship. He thinks I had a hand in you leaving your father and as much as I don't care about him blaming me, I really do feel guilty about it. I just feel that if I had told someone maybe things would have changed, I–”

It wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to say, but it was better than saying whether or not I had accepted his apology because a part of me would always blame him for everything. “Yeah.” He seemed to notice I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he dropped it, only to bring up another thing I didn’t really want to talk about. “How are things with you and my brother?” “He found out you told me.” “And?” He was almost close to my face. “And he left.” I could have sworn he said ‘yes!’ under his breath, but I shrugged it off. It had been a long time since I came here and I was going to make the best of it. He would not get to ruin it for me.

I glared at him when he finished talking and quickly packed my things. After packing my things, I looked around with reluctance. So I would be leaving this luxurious place? The place I had been leaving with my mom was so worn out so I do not want to go back there. I turned and looked at the bastard that caused everything. "Do you think everything would continue to be good between you brothers? Something would happen and you guys would be separated, the separation might not even be from an external force but between you guys, that day would come and I promise you, and when it does, I would stand nearby and laugh at you guys, Farewell." I said and carried my things to leave.

Barely. “You think this will break me?” My voice was a whisper, but it shook with fire. “Watch me.” That night, I tried calling someone. An old friend, a name I thought I could trust. But the line went dead before I finished speaking. My past was nothing but ghosts, and I was alone. Or so I thought. Because when I returned to my room, all three brothers were there, waiting. They weren’t united. I could see it in the way they stood apart, their bodies coiled with different storms.

Outside, a car splashes through the gutters, the city continuing without notice. For the first time, the plan I live inside the one my brother drew in thick, careful lines feels like a cage with the lock on the outside. I breathe, once, twice, and the air tastes like the moment before a loss I didn’t see coming. ***************** Author’s Note Hey friends 💕 This chapter was a rollercoaster to write and I can only imagine what it felt like to read. Isabella just discovered so many painful truths at once, and her brother’s choices… whew. Do you see him as protective, or do you think he’s gone too far?

I bowed gratefully to the Moon Goddess. They fell to their knees, wailing. “Freya!” they reached for me, desperate. “We’re sorry!” I looked at them one last time. There was no hatred left in my heart. Only peace. I remembered when we were very young. My three brothers would hold me, swearing to the moon: “We will always protect you.” How ridiculous. A blood oath, turned into a murderer’s blade. I turned and began to float upward. “Face your punishment.” “And we will never meet again.”

"Vivian, to be honest... I’m glad I took that hit. At least it gave me a month to be selfish and keep you by my side." He wiped away a tear, his voice choking up. "This month was like a beautiful dream, but it’s time to wake up. Go back to D.C. Go do the great things you're meant to do." "If you ever get tired... if you ever want to come home... your brother will be right here waiting." I gave a final nod and walked away. Before boarding my private jet, I glanced back one last time. Behind a stone pillar at the terminal, Rocco was hiding, watching me go.

And Aela, while anything but foreign to me, was a delight I couldn’t believe I’d had to live without for so many fucking years. Regret hung heavy on my heart, and I knew it changed me. Whether it was for the better or for the worse, I couldn’t say. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to. Maybe it was my family who’d see the difference. “You’re quiet.” I cast a look at my elder brother. “Got a lot to think about.” “I’ll bet. Wish you’d told me before,” he said gruffly. “Always did hate it when you kept things from me.”

" I mumbled under my breath feeling offended while my sister rolled her eyes in annoyance. I had failed to let what he had uttered after that to sink into the pits of my mind. I stated to yeave even louder. I was shook. I was afraid. Luke, dead? It finally sunk and suddenly, I was on a spree to find my missing brother Luke in a frenzy. My father just stood up and left. "Luke, where are you?" I shouted. "He is gone Anathi!" My sister shouted as she ran after me. "Gone where?" I asked my mind failing to comprehend that something horrible could have happened to him. "Luke is dead." She paused. She broke out into tears, heavy tears and she collapsed on the floor. Somehow, I sought to fight

I nod my head as most of the team leave the room, leaving just myself, Laila, Emily and the big Guy who I know now as Zane and Jake, and It’s then that I find out about my brother… Am I upset? No, not really. I always felt as though there was no nope for Rex, he wanted to be my father, and he died in the exact same way! I can only Pray that John means what he says. I’ve lost one brother, and I do not want to lose the other, even if I have gained a new nephew . Authors note. So the next chapter will see the end of Laila’s story. Emily and Tank, how sweet!