Novel & Cerita Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

Preston questions. “I mean, I want to be one of the players. It means maybe in the end, I don’t have to choose one of you guys but myself.” The four brothers exchange glances. Alpha Hunter places his hand on the table, clasping it in front of him and closing his eyes. After several minutes, he opens them again, and he appears to be studying me with interest.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Frustrated and tired of it all, I decided to try my best to get it off my mind. “You shouldn’t be the topic of every gossip on your first day awake here…” Simone said as she waltzed into the room like she owned the place, and maybe she did. “I’m not.” I simply said, staring at the floor as different thoughts of what was going to happen to Blake amidst his angry brothers plagued my mind. “You should take a walk outside and see for yourself,” then Simone stopped moving around doing whatever it was she had been doing. “The alpha kings are the kindest and tightest of siblings and they’ve ruled in harmony, but since you came and latched onto Blake, it’s all been different,” she pointed out, but s

I was sitting across from Carson at this fancy Italian restaurant that Cassian had picked out, probably because it was expensive enough to make me feel guilty about ruining the date when the door burst open and all four of my stepbrothers walked in like they were conducting a bank robbery. "When will this same pattern stop? At least, tell me this is Deja vu,” I muttered under my breath. Carson just smiled, like watching four grown men crash a blind date was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week. "Your brothers really care about you." "That's one way to put it," I said, resisting the urge to sink under the table and hide there until everyone left. Cassian, who'd been sitting at a sep

Mom said with a short laugh. What was funny? Logan gestured to one of the boys. “Uh. Boys, why don't you help them with their bags?” Nathan, one of the brothers, stepped forward to help. Ah. Thank God. He isn't hostile. I'm saved. Unlike Stephen, Nathan was tall,. broad-shouldered and exudes the same aura of wealth and power like his father. His dark eyes locked on mom and then to me, and to my utter shock, he scoffed and walked away.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

“Well then, let me tell you about it.” Sitting down, I tuck my leg beneath me and observe as Tariq takes a seat across from me. He connects his palms together as he faces me with a chagrined frown. “It was always Aidan, his brother Casper, and me. Aidan is the oldest, and Casper was the baby. Aidan was always the responsible one in the family. His parents groomed him from a young age to be the head of the family’s legacy. He was the heir apparent for STC.” My mouth gapes open, and my eyes widen in shock. “What? Are you telling me that Priest—Aidan is the CEO of STC?”

"Guess you're not one to dip into your pack funds." Blake chuckled. "Prefer that my crazy sister-in-law doesn't bite my head off and take over my pack." "How has that been, Tyce?" I asked. "I mean, she now co-owns the business with you, right?" "Luckily, she's similar to me in that business doesn't interest her, and my brother is an honest guy. So it could be worse." "So what's your brother's official title then?" Blake asked. "Luno I suppose."

Uncle Noam is the youngest of my father's brothers. There are seven of them; seven Aglauros brothers that are now in charge of passing the generational wealth of their parents. Namely: Nicodemus Aglauros, Nehemiah Aglauros, Nicander Aglauros, Neptune Aglauros, Nanzio Aglauros, Naveen Aglauros, and Noam Aglauros.

The elite of the elite standing around the gold and silver studded foyer of our expansive driveway so that it looked like I was some sporangia admiring the carnage in a shark tank. “If it isn't Frederick McKenzie, the mogul’s little brother, Always a pleasure to see the little ones fostering,” Don Baron laughed coarsely, the stubbled folds of his quadruple chin vibrating so hard I reared back, afraid some animal might leap through the folds onto my crepe gold suit.