Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Novels & Stories

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!

Either for him to be my sugar daddy or at least knock me up. The latter one seemed so utterly wrong and deceptive, I repeated to myself. "What's with you and your brother?" I asked as we kept walking. "Darren?" He paused. "We're brothers. We butt heads. We compete. We both happen to be highly successful. Honestly, we're still going to this school almost as a competition to who can get the most pretentious title. Right now, he's winning. Dr. Darren York." "He doesn't look like a doctor."

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.

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.

The two behind me are more the brothers that push you into doing something extremely mischievous and throw you right under the bus for it once they know you’ll be able to get out of it on your own. I shake my head, the thought almost makes me laugh but the situation forbids it. I can’t believe that they are quadruplets and yet their personalities are so fucking different. “Would one of you kindly explain to me how the room that was perfect before I left became… this?” He asks, looking from me to his brothers behind me. But all of us are silent, not Zayden with his usual loud voice says anything behind me. Tristan sighs and shakes his head, the stern expression softening when his eyes land on

I said, and he scoffed. “A proper word would be thank you, brother.” He said as I turned to face him. Alpha Diego De Medici, my older brother and legitimate, if I can still call him that in theory, son of Cosimo. “But I am guessing that we can spare that for later. We need to get out of here, because I have a feeling that this is not going to be the last of what we are going to deal with…”

“Or... excited.” Naomi smirked. “That’s how you know it’s going to be iconic. And guess what? Since it's elite party, you sure as hell gonna see him.” "Who? Thorne?” "No, his brother.” My throat dried up.

my mother laughed I have never been more confused in my life, and it could be told from my face. It was scrunched up in confusion as I tried to break down what I was told. It didn't make any sense. Ace Group wasn't just any random company, it was the biggest company in the country and one of the biggest in the world raking in billions of dollars every month with many subsidiaries, it was owned by the wealthiest conglomerate family ‘The Alistairs’. Meanwhile, our company was nothing, with no value or even a fucking worth thanks to my brothers.