Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Novels & Stories

Ryker whispered, his tone dangerously low and excruciating. "This is what I meant when I said you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." I scoffed in a badgering tone, trying to keep my voice coherent but it's hard to because I just kissed my sister's husband, Ryker, the man I've hated all my life. "What? You just kissed me at your sister's funeral? How low can you sink?" "Low enough that I'm ready to do anything to keep my parents' company alive." I snapped back at him, holding my real intentions at the tip of my tongue.

The younger blond—the one who had kept checking to see if she was there—sat forward, elbows on knees, hands laced like he was holding himself back from reaching across the table. It was the youngest who spoke first, voice a little rough, like he’d run to get here. “We’re your brothers.” Mya blinked. “I don’t have siblings.” “You do,” he said. “You have four.” The world tilted, just a notch. He tapped his chest. “I’m Casey.” He jerked a thumb toward the easy-eyed blond next to him. “That’s Cameron.” He nodded to the lawyerly dark-haired one. “Adrian.” He angled his chin to the man with the quiet authority. “Alexander.”

The page loaded slowly, and when it did, my gaze locked onto a picture of two men. Alex stood on the left, his expression as sharp and calculated as ever. But beside him was another man, slightly older, with lighter hair and a cocky grin. The caption below read: “Zivon Alexis Montelgo and Zackary Montelgo: Brothers and Billionaire Powerhouses.” He has a brother? I stared at the image, questions swirling in my mind. Why hadn’t he mentioned this? And why was his brother smiling while Alex looked so...cold? My curiosity deepened as I scrolled further. That’s when I saw it—a thumbnail of a video with a title that made my stomach churn:

My brow raised, “oh?” “Yes. We got to hear what our stupid nephew did to you earlier today. Accept our condolences for the loss of your friend.” I stepped back looking at them when it suddenly clicked - Brothers! Rhys, Asher and Declan. I have heard those names several times before - from Maria most especially. They were the triplets. The Alpha's brothers. “Thank you,” I said, lifting my chin, “but I do not need your condolences.” “We respect that.” Asher cut in, “but we believe we can offer you something you need.”

At most, they might be able to get some middle to lower-second-tier families, but none of the first-tier families and the three northern tycoons were there! "Bastard!" Under everyone's puzzled or shocked gaze, Troy finally struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then glared at Alexander angrily. Who would dare to touch his hair apart from the three tycoons in the northern region? Even the top ten young masters from the first-tier families would have shown him face and never openly confronted him! "How dare you hit me?"

Tae-Hoon said smirking at the food and took a bite in the most dramatic way. Se-Young chuckled at the younger one’s behavior. Although Tae-Hoon had tried flirting with her numerous times, but he never went ahead of himself, he knew which girl to mess up with and which not. … After a week: Min Siblings had arranged the business party for their most recent success, they were the second most powerful business tycoons of the South-Korea and they wanted to grow their business in hotel management and real estate, but they needed a great target for that and maybe that target was going to be one of the Shim brothers.

The guests turned, eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. It wasn’t just their looks that left people in awe, but the power they carried. The kind of power that couldn’t be ignored, the kind that was ingrained in their very existence. The Hawthorne brothers. Aiden. Liam. Zander. Matthew. The Tycoons , the most powerful young bachelors.. . Their mere presence sent waves of energy across the hall, the air thick with authority. They weren’t just any guests, they were royalty.

“So what is it? Something is bothering you. You never pass up fresh mango. Are you worried about getting another job? You'll have one in no time.” Strangely, getting a new job isn't on the top of my list of worries right now. It should be, but it's not. I sigh. “Have you ever heard me mention Jonathan? The younger brother of the family my dad works for?” “You mean Jonathan Lewis, son of billionaire James Lewis and heiress Deborah Lewis, brother of also billionaire business owner Christopher Lewis. Greek God Jonathan. God's gift to humanity? Perfection in human form? The most handsome, kind, smart, funny, and amazing man to have ever walked the planet?” Julie ticks his attributes off on her f

odd, almost too structured, like something out of a architecture magazine. I stepped out of the car, tucking the loose strands of my copper hair behind my ears and looking around nervously. There were four sports cars—a Lamborghini, an Audi, and two Porsches—parked in the driveway. They gleamed under the muted sunlight, and from inside the house, I could hear Taylor Swift blasting through the walls. “That must be Alex. He likes to annoy his brothers by blasting loud music,” the chauffeur said, rolling my bag out from the trunk. He chuckled before continuing, “He’s around your age. All the others treat him like a king. You’ll either love him or absolutely hate him.”

And indicate if you’re bringing a… proper plus one! I groaned, a sound of pure vexation. Looking up at Tracy, my usual nonchalance cracking, I said with a clipped tone, “Well then, lead the fucking way.”