Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Novels & Stories

“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?”

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

His eyes went dark, his breath hitching, his body trembling with something that looked like agony. "Mate." Knox whispered the word first, and then Raven and Nathan echoed it, their voices hushed and reverent. "MATE!" The four brothers erupted. They descended on me in a frenzy, their careful composure shattered, their beastly instincts taking over. Knox tried to reach me first, his fingers brushing my arm with desperate hunger, but Raven yanked him back with a savage growl. "She's MINE!" Raven snarled, slamming his fist into Knox's chest. "I smelled her first!"

Parting away, he spoke gently, ‘’don’t stress,’’ Don’t stress. His exact words. Now that he was standing behind Miles’ cabin, he understood why Sophia was stressing so much. How can you not be worried when your brother is someone like Miles Syde? Troy had always thought that all the Sydes had the power of intimidation in their blood. Even Sophia could be scary when she wanted to be. With a deep breath, he knocked on the tinted doors. ‘’It’s Troy,’’ he shouted a little. ‘’Come in,’’ a faint reply sounded, allowing Troy to open the door and step inside the huge cabin of his boss.

“I know one is an actor because I saw his profile on the search engine but what about the fourth brother?” I asked him. “The fourth brother is the actor. The third brother is a medical doctor and a professor at the specialist hospital. He is a cardiologist.” Wow. In other words, all my brothers are successful. That’s crazy. Just crazy and compared to them, I am practically nothing but I am determined not to feel small because of all that. “They are all successful. Must be nice.” I said with a smile. “You are successful too. You are only twenty-nine and you already own a company.”

I asked and Cole looked at me as if I asked the dumbest question. "No." He said blankly. "Please," I begged and he clenched his jaw before he made a right turn. I smiled happily before turning the radio on. "You're like the best brother, I guess," I said awkwardly not knowing what to call him. "I'm not your brother." He said pointedly and I looked at him with a look of disbelief on my face. Fine, he's not my brother. "Dick," I said before singing along to the songs playing on the radio.

The friends, the lifestyle even from when he was still in school. I didn't understand why my brother's name was the first thing I associate with when I see the lifestyle. It's not that I hated it, it's nice being one of the privileged people. But somehow it felt vain as if there's so much more that I can do aside from overwhelming yourself with the pretentious image. In a way, Tyler is very different from Troy. He walked like he owns them as if he didn't need to say and show people that he's one of those people.

“You have two brothers?” “How does she know you have other brothers?” Ty asks me, but I ignore the question. “She has four, actually.” Onyx chimes in and I shoot him a scowl. “I’d hardly call the guy that wants you dead a brother.” Ty snarks. I laugh and shake my head in disbelief. “Says the brother who, until recently, treated me like I WAS dead.” Ty groans in frustration. “We should really keep moving.” Onyx interjects, clearing his throat and shooting a very entertained Georgie a smile.

"So, who exactly are you?" The two sneered. "We're your uncles, Tyrell and Barrett. You're the son of our third brother, Cyrus, which makes you our nephew." "And we, the Lester family, are one of the renowned Great Four Warrior Clans of Mirage City! One of the rulers of this land!"

My personal happiness was never part of the equation—just another variable to be managed and optimized for maximum shareholder value. Now I’m sitting in the private dining room of The Metropolitan Club—because of course Harold picked the most pretentious place in Manhattan for what amounts to my professional funeral—watching my brother work the room like he’s already measuring the drapes for my corner office. Tyson’s laughing too loud at his own jokes, telling some bullshit story about his latest “business venture” that probably involves cryptocurrency, I*******m influencers, and questionable decisions made at three AM in nightclubs that charge more for bottle service than most people earn i