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“I wouldn’t expect him to leave work just to come get me.” Stacy scoffed. “That man is unbelievable. What kind of brother doesn’t even check on his sister? All he does is send random gifts like that makes up for everything.” I laughed softly, trying to act normal. “He’s always been like that,” I said. “You know how busy he is.” “Girl, I know he’s running the country’s top company and all that,” she said, “but that’s not an excuse.” I could already imagine her rolling her eyes.

The young man nodded affirmatively. "I've seen him a couple of times at Martin's house; Martina's brother is Dara's brother, his wife. He's a widower with two children, and he's a good guy. He has a software manufacturing and sales company with his twin brother, although the latter, according to what I heard, is a mercenary. He was a soldier in the Italian forces and asked for a discharge to go to the dark side, and that one is dangerous," Franco replied sincerely.

She called a code for me that I typed into the computer and an old file opened. I tried to check the date that the file was recorded but the access was denied. I carefully read through and wept. Mr. Westwood and I had come in contact before? How? Where? When? I had been hearing of Liam Westwood, owner and founder of Westwood Biotech but I have never once seen him let alone shake hands with him. How come this file read that, I had been involved with Mr. Westwood and his company before? Then a message popped up on my phone. “I’ll pay you more, if you can work directly under me,” I read the message with knitted brows.

The man in his blonde undercut hairstyle greets and hugs June warmly, sending a signal he has missed her for a long time. "Oh, James. You are a man now." June returns the hug and pats his shoulder gently. Then, she releases as her stares caressing James' charming visual. "Have you hit on few girls in Milan? I'm pretty sure you've got a girl in your arms." June teases her beloved younger brother.

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.

“Please… I need my brother. Where is Rafael?” Wait, WHAT? Rafael Newman had a brother?

Please don't notice the emotional train wreck happening over here,’ she prayed silently. "Let's sit and dine together as a family, Marco," Stefano said, all easy warmth. Marco slid into the seat opposite her, moving with the unbothered grace of someone who thought he co-owned the goddamn room. "Serena," Stefano said proudly, "this is Marco Sanchez—my consigliere, my best friend, and my brother... from another mother." He grinned with something that seemed like happiness, gratitude? And Brother? Perfect. Just what she needed. A second-hand brother with first-class boundary issues.

Sloane called that night. "Heard about the letter," she said. "Are you okay?" "Define okay." "I'm coming over." "Don't. It's not safe." "Don't care. I'll be there in twenty." She hung up before I could argue. Sloane arrived with takeout and a bottle of wine. "You look like crap," she said. "Thanks." She sat down and poured us both glasses. "So," she said. "My brother showed up in a panic and left with his security team. Any idea what that's about?"