Novel & Cerita Brothers Want Me Back

"Look, Anna. Now is not a good time at all. Your father would be very mad.” I cocked my head. "That’s right...He's my father. He can't remain mad at me forever." "Your father is in a bad mood. We are trying to partner with one of the biggest companies in the whole of New York and it isn't exactly going the way he wants it, and you know how he can be. He's pretty upset." "You can't stop me, Henry. I’m back now. I've come back to apologize and I know I really messed things up back here a few years ago but I'm back to make things right."

My knuckles still stung slightly, but I ignored it, pushing it aside the same way I pushed everything else aside. He stayed where he was, watching me, his expression unreadable now, but I didn’t care anymore. There was nothing left to say. Nothing that mattered. I turned and started toward the door, my steps steady again then I stopped. Something crossed my mind, sharp and deliberate, and I turned back just enough to look at him. “Brother,” I said. He didn’t respond, just stared at me. A smile played at my mouth as I held the door knob. “How bad are you in bed that your wife wants to leave you and marry me.”

I was trying my best to make sure that there was no way for me to lose Luther. I was so stupid back then… Father had tried to warn me but then I was so in love with Luther that I couldn't see anything but him. But now I can see why Father wanted to make sure that I won't follow him like that. “I will host a banquet. This kind of news is not something I would want to keep to myself. I know that it will be fine, but then there is no way I would be able to keep it to myself.” Father was overjoyed with having me back. He was not going to rest until the kingdom knew that I was back to the pack.

“Does she have a sister named Catherine?” Julius did not answer right away. He shifted his posture against the chair, his hand moving slowly toward his glass as he took a long sip of the wine. He kept his eyes fixed on the print for three full seconds, the heavy silence between our chairs turning thick. “Are you with me?” I prompted him, my voice low. “Yes, Mr. Morgan,” Julius said. He paused, his expression completely blanking out any corporate emotion. “She has no sister.” “If I could only see her again, just to offer a proper apology, I think I'd be the happiest man alive,” I murmured, keeping my gaze locked onto his face.

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

He looks back at me and says, “None of that matters.” I scoff in annoyance and he narrows his eyes at me. Then his face slowly relaxes and he stares at me with a blank expression. Suddenly, he’s on his knees in front of me. He says, “I just want you back, Charlotte. I’ve been trying harder with my brother like you always wanted. I’m trying to listen to your voice. Please, just come back to me.” His voice cracks as he talks and I run my fingers through his hair. He looks up at me and says, “Can we go back, Charlotte? Go back to the way it was?”

“What message?” He hesitated, glancing at the brothers, then back at me, his blue eyes holding a desperate plea. “Not… not to bring you back.” My breath hitched. The words were a fresh wound, twisting in my gut. Not to bring me back. Not that they wanted me back. The familiar burning shame ignited within me. Even now, even after all this time, they continued to remind me of where I stood. “No one wants you to return,” he continued, his voice gaining a hurried, desperate edge, as if he needed to get it all out before they silenced him again. “They… they want to kill you.”

“I’ll do anything, I just want you to come back. I’m fine with you being better than me.” My vision blurred. My chest ached. “I want my older brother back,” I choked out. “I want to have someone to talk to.” I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. “I want to talk about Sterling Winery.” My voice wavered. “I need your advice on how to go about everything.” Silence. Nothing but the cold wind and the weight of the words I would never get a response to. “Marcus, please.” And then, finally, I broke.

She looked down at her hands for a moment before lifting her head again. "But it doesn't matter anymore." Jessica studied her. "What do you mean?" Ella's expression hardened. "This time, Jessy, I'm not just going to survive." Her voice grew steadier with every word. "I'm going to fight back. I'm going to rebuild my company, protect my mother, and take back everything they thought they could strip away from me." Jessica's eyes widened slightly. Ella leaned forward, her determination unmistakable. "And when I do, they'll regret ever crossing me."

Ari asked for the third time, her voice small. “No, baby,” I said, my throat tight. “She’s not.” “What about Miss Astrid?” Marcus’s shovel hit the ground harder. I saw his shoulders shake. “Her neither,” I whispered. “And Ash?” Aria looked up at me with eyes too old for her face. “Is Ash coming back?” “Yes.” I made my voice firm, certain. “I promise you, sweetheart. We’re going to get your brother back.” “When?” “Soon.” I hoped I wasn’t lying.