Novel & Cerita Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

I felt bad for doing that and so I decided to talk to her. "I am Ivan" She chuckled a little and I could see her perfect dentition. "I know who you are already" "Really?" "Of course I do.. you are New York's most eligible bachelor" "There is really no hiding place for a golden fish" "I never knew I was that popular" "Of course you are. I have almost all my cousins crushing on you" "And you're not part of them I guess" "No, I'm not" "Ouch!!! ... that hurt"

Ace “Hahaha! My beloved brother, Ace!” Draven’s voice boomed through the council hall the moment I walked through the heavy doors. He rushed toward me, throwing his arms around me in a mockery of a brotherly hug. But before he pulled away, his grip tightened, and he whispered venomously into my ear, “How did you enjoy my gift?” A cruel smirk played on his lips as he stepped back, but I offered him nothing but a cold, unreadable stare.

Her stare lingered sizing up Olivia, and my skin crawled with what I assumed was the one hundred and million ways that she planned to draw out her feast. I cleared my throat, dragging her gaze back to me. "This is my bride," I said and a small choking sound came out of Olivia. I tried not to let my features show what I felt inside. "Bride?" Repeated the Manna, "yes." She studied us for a moment. "These lands are unkind to strangers,brother." The term of endearment dripped with mockery. I smiled, baring my own fangs. "You will find that most lands are fruitful to a king."

I ask, completely confused at his fanboy attitude. "Of course. Haven't you heard of the King Company who run the biggest hotels, malls and other ventures? They're the richest family here. I can't believe my own sister is working for them!" As I add my essential toiletries into the suitcase, my brother runs downstairs shouting loudly, "Mum! Dad! Tina is going to be rich!" "You little!" I shout down. What an unreliable brother!

Stop it Aurora there going to be my brothers. They're going to be my brothers!

I sometimes forget that Aaron is a billionaire now. I forget that he has enough money to buy peace, silence, comfort—things I had to work double shifts to taste. That while I struggle to make ends meet, my brother collects luxury real estate the way kids collect trading cards. How many properties does he even own by now? I shook the thought away. I didn't have any room in my brain for envy, not when I was still toting around the weight of the look on his face when he'd said, I've done things I'm not proud of.

Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware of just how monumental this day would be. Enzo, regal and commanding, stepped forward first. His presence was magnetic, drawing every gaze to him with effortless power. Atlas, Ash, and Kael moved in perfect unison behind him, the bond between them resonating like a steady heartbeat in the crowd’s chest. For years, whispers and legends had surrounded the brothers, but few had seen them as they truly were. Today, those whispers would no longer remain whispers.

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

His expressive eyes and sweet pout hadn't changed much, reminding them of the days when he was their little tiger. Drinks were served, and the group continued their conversation, reminiscing about old times and catching up on recent events. However, Ederic's conversation was cut short by a phone call. The sight of his soft expression and the way he addressed Aaron as "Hyung" made Alistair roll his eyes in frustration, feeling a pang of annoyance at how Ederic still seemed connected to his brother despite everything.

I force myself to say, my voice is more sultry than I intend for it to be, and my body is betraying me; my nipples are hard, and there’s goosebumps all over my skin. “Yeah,” Zephyr shrugs as he takes a sip of his vodka. “It’s the only way any of us can fuck you.” He adds, and my mouth opens, but no word comes out. The silence is chilling, all four brothers are looking at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I almost don’t know what to say. The Dreadmoor brothers want me even though they shouldn’t. I’m their best friend’s wife. They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences.