Brothers Wilson Novels & Stories

I nodded. Damian frowned, “Are you sure you want to mess around? I think my brother and Miss Wilson are really in love, and they are happy to be together. My brother is also very attentive to Miss Wilson. Don’t mix it blindly. My brother knows who he loves. He can handle his feelings.”

I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion. Wilson brothers; the two hot billionaires; Alexander Wilson and Edward Wilson, whom I have never seen, for whom I work. There are some insane tales about those siblings that I have heard. My hands shiver in fright to even think about them because it gives chills down my spine. I just wish I never come across them, because if I come, I don't know what they'll do to me. I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul.

Besides that, the process of his d*mn brother-in-law, Nelson, and his entire Beggar Clan getting wiped out was also made known to the public because this platform was promoting the video! This time, the Wilson family’s great farce was also being promoted by this platform. Wasn’t it clear that the Wade family was directly opposing him? The main point was that he had never once provoked the Wade family. So, why were they constantly pitting themselves against him? The Webb family was already in a very pitiful state now and their reputation had already been completely ruined to the point that it was absolutely irreparable. As a result, they still refused to let go of the Webb family, let alone D

she said. "Ellie? Is her asshole brother coming too?" I asked. Already feeling myself getting angry. "Err....maybe?" Alison muttered. "ALISON!" I cried. "I am sorry! Ellie is my friend, and he is her brother, so I couldn't say no. You'll be there too, so I figured it'd be fine. Maybe clear some misunderstanding?" she suggested. I didn't like that he was coming, but at least I'll be there, I guess. So I can protect my Millie from that loser.

Should I listen to my heart and trust my brothers that they won't ever hurt me and love me with all their Heart Or should I listen to my brain who is continuously telling me that my brothers are bad persons and they will hurt me like my mom dad and I don't know what to do I don't know what's wrong and what's right . There's millions thought in my head I cried for sometime sitting in the music room and then when I was going toward's my room. I realized my brothers were back and they all were sitting in the living room and I quietly went to my room so that they don't notice me. But while going to my room I heard lilttle of their talk. "don't worry we have eyes on here. She cannot do anything."

The Caruso family, left without an heir, was torn apart by rivals within weeks. The Falcone and Caruso empires—the two titans of the city—crumbled overnight. The three brothers found no peace in Isabella’s death. Instead, as the investigation continued, every detail they uncovered only served to remind them that they were the ones who pulled the trigger on me. A month later, Luca was in the middle of a street war when he saw a young runaway girl being shot at. In his delirium, he thought Elena had come back. He threw himself over her, taking a dozen bullets to the back.

Now, however, she wanted to slap him silly. Just as she'd expected, Alexandra fired right back. She continued, "People are different, though. My friend's brother may argue with her, but that's only in private. When they're outside, my friend is the boss. He doesn't dare defy her at all, and he's super in-tune with her feelings. That's the kind of brother worth having, right, Ms. Shaw?" Brooke had seen it coming, but it still stung. It was true; she couldn't argue. Jared had completely ignored how she and Horace felt in a setting like this. He was beyond disobedient.

The word brothers kept repeating in Sophia’s mind again and again. She looked at the three men, Alexander, Damian, and Lorenzo. searching their faces for anything she recognized, something she could believe. “No,” she said quietly, her hand shaking as she held the knife. “That can’t be true. I would remember. I would know if I had brothers.” Alexander’s expression softened, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You were very little when it happened,” he said gently. “We were older. You might remember us as the boys who played with you in the garden, who built blanket forts, who read you bedtime stories.”

He always loved showing up when I was in the worst mood, just to twist the knife. “Harry, heard your brother smacked you around again.” He leaned against the doorframe, coffee in hand, his eyes drifting over the hem of my sweatpants. “Mr. Maxwell’s still using the same old methods to keep his little brother in line, huh?” I snatched the coffee from his hand, the cup burning hot against my palm, and snorted. “What the hell do you know?” Leaning against the doorframe, I flicked my lighter. The cigarette lit, smoke curling as I blew a ring straight into his face. “Getting hit means he cares. Getting scolded means he loves me. I’m fine.”

“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—” “Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back. “She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly. “But I was lucky.” “Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head. “My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”