Novel & Cerita Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

"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

The only family that was there for her. “It’s okay.” A hint of bitterness colored her voice. I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently in comfort. “It’s not okay,” I murmured. “But I’m happy I got to spend all day with you.” From all she had told me, her brother always came through. It could be that he was just late. In four years, I had yet to meet the famous, or infamous, brother. Alessandro Russo. Alessio to those closest to him. Untouchable. Ruthless. Corrupt.

Tyson said looking at the mens in a polite way. "well we couldn't leave a handsome guy like you" one of the man said "I'm Jason by the way these are my two brothers risk and Jade" Jason said with a smile and introduced his two brothers who looked coldly at Tyson then nodded ,they both didn't welcome Tyson if it weren't for Jason who admired beauty they would have leaved him Tyson didn't look offended and just smile looking at the enthusiasm Jason.

They didn't let me know. My fugly twin brother just shrugged. "Oh, and don't get so shock when you see some of you 'friends' in here," He said, putting an emphasize on the word 'friends'. I know. Like I said, my friends are no ordinary people. Their families are filthy rich and they're involve in some sketchy business and stuff that you don't want to know about. "Yow bro," I called so that his attention were on me. "Yeah?" He said. "I don't think I want a spine," I said. And he looks at me with a questioning look.

My father’s second son and his biggest disgrace. The first person to go down. “Welcome,” I murmur, “dear brother, to your hell.”

I never asked him about his family. "What are your brothers like?" I asked him as I started to walk to the coffee shop and he followed. "Arrogant and vain. Especially my oldest brother Diedritch." That was an unusual name. "Oh. I'm sorry. They must not of been very kind to you." He looked at me confused. "They were. They just teased me like brothers do. They weren't mean to me though." He said with a shrug. " they may be arrogant and vain but they have a heart when it comes to some things. Well mostly those things consist of just family if i'm being honest."

A new beginning and new identities. "Dearest Strangers, How is your day so far? I hope you're doing good compared to me and my brother and in the middle of our journey heading to our uncertainties. By the way, my name is Derick and my little brother, Scott. The two of us, shall I say, differed from the rest of the humans if you know what I mean.

He walked with a silver-topped cane, his tailored grey suit immaculate despite the hour. Victor had been more than a mentor to Damian; he had been the father figure Damian’s own cold, distant sire had never been. He was the man who had taught Damian how to read a balance sheet and how to spot an enemy before they drew a blade. Damian trusted him with his life, and more importantly, with the secrets of the Kade empire. "Damian," Victor called out, his voice rich and steady. Damian turned, a rare look of genuine relief softening his features. "Uncle Victor. I didn't expect you until the morning."

"Why invite you when you were obviously too busy living it up with your rich husband to say goodbye to our dying mother...or even bother attending her funeral?" As Gray's harsh words hit me, my throat goes dry, and I can't stop the way my heart races, pounding against my ribcage like it's trying to escape. Living it up? Is that what he thinks I was doing all this time? Was getting my ass beat by my husband every day considered 'living it up'? "Gray," King growls out a warning. There's a murderous look in his eyes, and I'm sure he would've across the room to snap my brother's neck if they didn't have the whole 'brotherhood gang' thing.