Novel & Cerita Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers

In the future, I aspire to become a renowned designer and not be a burden to you all. Hearing these heartfelt words, Liam's eyes welled up with tears. Initially, they had hoped Mia would rely on them, but her dedication and ambition caught them by surprise. It was deeply touching. How could Mia be so hardworking and endearing? As evening fell, Dominic, Nathan, and Connor returned home, and Mia personally prepared a celebratory meal for her brothers. Lifting her cup, Mia joyfully declared, "Today, I raise a toast to my brothers with a cup of tea instead of wine, wishing everyone a swift and prosperous journey to success. Cheers!"

Chapter 32 The victory at the industrial complex had shifted the balance in ways that were subtle but profound. For the first time, the stepbrother — enigmatic, precise, and lethal in his own way — had shown hesitation. A crack in the armor, a small gap in the carefully constructed persona of omniscience.

He respond with a smug grin. This guy...! I'm starting to like his guts and boldness. Who the hell does he take Jamel for? Seriously? "Do you know who my brother is?" I countered. "Do I look like I care?" He replied flatly. "Even if you don't care, I'm still gon' tell you who he is." I yelled to his face. "My brother's name is Jamel. Jamel Grayson, second richest in New York, do you get?" "So?" He shrugged his shoulders with a boring expression. "What if he's Jamel Grayson, huh?"

Hopefully I can succeed, and you won't have to be burdened with any of this. Till we meet again, Your eldest brother, Alex

" How much do you trust your own brother because I think you might as well just betrayed you and he's playing you. " © #KCMmuoe

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:

One of the men, who was the leader, said coldly, "You said your brother is the most outstanding and the youngest doctor at the best hospital in South City, and he also has a property here. Not only does your brother have a property, but he also has many friends in South City, who were all the wealthy relatives of his patients. Your family has truly made such exaggerated empty promises to us. At first, we didn't even believe you. We then followed you to South City. After we saw your brother, we believed you. You bunch of broke fools truly had such an outstanding brother. It's just such a pity that all of you are too vicious. In the past, those thieves who stole pigs, cows, and whatnot from ot

my troublesome brother, David". TBC

The money spoke even louder. Nothing guaranteed us that all the greatest magnates in the country were not on the side of the Brotherhood. There were many names in Jonathan's notebook. Turkish names, yes, but they could be codenames too. Jonathan made everyone call him Saltuk Mohamet for years. Nothing would prevent all tycoons from also adopting new identities. Suzane told me that Jonathan has always caused all members of the Brotherhood to lose their identity. He always said that we were a target because only Jonathan had the right to keep the memories of his previous life. This could also apply to tycoons. Perhaps many of them were part of the countless men and women who joined Aslan to tr

“My father is a billionaire. And well… I’m also a billionaire and a successful businessman myself. I started making money at a very young age.” I nodded slowly, pretending to think deeply. “So basically, your father is still a tycoon.” Michael shook his head immediately. “I don’t really like calling him that. Billionaire sounds better to me.” I stared at him quietly after hearing that response. At that moment, something inside me shifted. Most wealthy men loved showing off their riches and power, but Michael was different. He carried his wealth casually, almost like it meant nothing to him. He didn’t seem interested in titles or recognition. Deep down, he simply wanted to live normally like