Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate. ‘Hello, oracle’, my brother, TB said. TB means Tamuno Belema. He was teasing me as usual. TB was my twin brother and unlike me, he was at the top of the high school food chain; popular, a jock and just good looking. I was good looking too, I mean which black person on the earth ain’t fine but I was the weird twin, the lesser twin but I didn’t care actually.

Jimmy gives me a wary smile before he says nervously, “Yes, boss.” “Good. Get out.” They excuse themselves, getting out of the boardroom one by one. Hardly a minute goes by when my boardroom’s glass doors slide open and men I’ve lived with since I learnt how to walk appear like I’ve summoned them. Tyson Winchester, Shade Winchester, Falcon Winchester and Sinnett Winchester. The bane of my existence. My brothers. “Sheesh, do we want to know what has your knickers in a twist this morning?” Sinnett asks, settling with my brothers in one of the chairs in front of me.

Maxwell's screams echoed through the car pack, but Gracko just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Maxwell begged, "Please, stop! Just tell me what you want to know! What are the names of these brothers you're looking for? Maybe I've heard of them, or one of my associates has." Dracko's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Very well. The brothers we're looking for are Kyle, Eden, and Nathan." As Dracko spoke the names, Maxwell's mind went blank. He had never heard of them before. But then, something about the name Nathan seemed to ring a bell. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar.

Uncle Noam is the youngest of my father's brothers. There are seven of them; seven Aglauros brothers that are now in charge of passing the generational wealth of their parents. Namely: Nicodemus Aglauros, Nehemiah Aglauros, Nicander Aglauros, Neptune Aglauros, Nanzio Aglauros, Naveen Aglauros, and Noam Aglauros.

I winced. “That's not an exaggeration. But, oh my god, the Alcatraz brothers are something else. They're filthy rich, like private islands and superyachts rich. And hot as hell. Imagine dark, brooding eyes and chiseled jaws that could cut glass. They’re always impeccably dressed in custom suits that just scream money.” “Wow, sounds like a dream.” I said as my mind went back to the ordeal I had just experienced.

He was my foster brother, the youngest CEO of a publicly traded company in Westbridge. The Kaplans and Prescotts might think they ruled this city, but one word from my brother could strip them of everything.

Cade dropped his head and with much hesitation, he nodded positively. "I'm sorry I mistook you for one of those whores who call themselves teachers. Almost all of them start befriending me just to get close to my brother. They get so many that I just can't tolerate anymore. They ruined my brother!" Cade said with so much anger but Jessica couldn't help but laugh at his last statement. "Don't even say that in front of someone else, please! I know you love your brother a lot but the truth is he is a manwhore just that he doesn't take money." She corrected, taking a sip of her orange juice.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

The sun had already set, just a few pink hues lined the sky. “Well, Jonathan is going to want to stay in New York. I know that for certain. My one sister is already in Dallas. That is our newest location and she helped to get it up and running and stated there. My youngest sister is not interested in a CEO position. She likes the investment aspect of our company. Plus, she is the only one of us married and already lives in New York. So, I guess that leaves Chicago.” He leaned toward me as he continued to speak. “If we continue to enjoy each other’s company, I wouldn’t mind coming to Chicago.” I blushed at his statement. We had just met, and I knew that he was only flirting with me, but the i

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”