Novel & Cerita Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

Adrian sat behind the wheel in a casual yet expensive suit, focused on the road with a flat, unreadable expression. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the rows of trees blur past. Finally, my curiosity became unbearable. "Who are you, really? And who is your father?" Adrian didn't look my way. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in a steady rhythm. "I am your brother, and he is your father. Isn't that what's written on your mother's marriage certificate?" "Don't play games with me. I heard your conversation last night," I hissed, emboldened. "You were talking about shipments and making people vanish. That's not the language of a real estate businessman."

Kyra was face to face with these handsome princes. The Romano brothers as are popularly called in Golden Hill College. They were the sons of a wealthy billionaire, a well-known businessman. However, Kyra didn't know anything about them, She only knew them as the handsome, billionaire brothers that attended her school. The three princes were the pride of their college, everyone literally worshiped the ground they walked on as they were wealthy and affluent, so they were treated with the great respect that came with those title.

Now that he knew, what was the point? “Just stop,” Marcus said with a shrug. “Her brother’s a hacker. He’ll figure it out if you keep going.” Benson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Her family’s really something else. Her eldest brother is a big-shot CEO in the US. The second one’s a senior military officer, and the third is a hacker? Damn. What about the fourth brother? What’s his deal?” Marcus shrugged, his expression indifferent. He hadn’t bothered to investigate the fourth brother, and honestly, he didn’t care.

"You and your subordinate provoked me and have repeatedly cursed me. I'll never let you off! You must die! The two of you!" "So you will kill us? Can you?" Lucien laughs. Tyler stamps his foot. "Don't joke with me!" "When life joked with you, what did you do? Aren't you ashamed that your younger brother is the helmsman of your family and the wealthiest man in Richmond as of now while you have nothing to your name? Are you worthy to throw your weight around 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.”

The man's voice is similar to Taylor's, but the sneer I hear in his voice is poles apart from Taylor's sublime tones. "What are you talking about?" "My little brother, Taylor…He hasn't filled you in on our little arrangement, then?" "I don't know what the hell you are talking about." My voice shakes as I try to understand what is going on. "Hmm, let's just say my baby brother knows that he has to share his toys with me, and you, my dear, are his latest." "Well, Taylor's brother…" I realise I don't even know this nutcase's name.