Falling Hard For Four Brothers Novels & Stories

It's insane and complicated and probably doomed to fail but we're going to try anyway because we're in love, because we're brothers and because losing each other—any of us—is worse than the risk. "When do we tell her the rules?" Harvey asks. "Tomorrow," Marco says. "All four of us. We go through the list. Make sure she agrees." "And if she doesn't?" I ask. "Then we negotiate," Marco says. "Like we do in business. Find compromises then make it work." "She'll agree," Harvey says quietly. "She wants this as much as we do." We sit in comfortable silence, nursing our scotch. Three men who've been through everything together. Foster care, ooverty and building a business from nothing. Fifteen years

His eyes were red, and his words made me sad. "The Conti family is notorious for betrayal. The Moretti family has been around for centuries. Jack Conti was just a lackey when he sought refuge with the Moretti family. He worked for us but betrayed us, giving away my mother’s and my location, which led to her death. He fled to North America and built his empire, while I never got to see my mom again. And for your sake, my father was willing to let go of that hatred, let you marry Angelo, and use the Moretti family’s resources to secure your happiness."

My stepbrother’s wife. My childhood crush. Reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave. Guilt, shame, and disbelief flooded my senses all at once. Though she had initiated everything the night before, I couldn’t escape the truth—I had crossed an unforgivable line. I had betrayed my stepbrother. I had betrayed myself. Without saying a word, I quietly left the room. I told myself it was a mistake—just a drunken accident. I convinced myself it would never matter… after all, I believed I was infertile.

I had nothing left to lose anyway. Zane unlocked the car and waved me over with a grin. “Hop in. We’ll grab some snacks on the way if you’re hungry.” I smiled back and started toward him. Then I saw them. The four brothers were standing right outside the lot, leaning against their own cars like they had been waiting for me. Reed’s arms were crossed, Jasper’s eyes locked on me, Cole and Kai watching every step I took. My stomach dropped. I didn’t stop walking, but my pace slowed.

He never had a crush on anyone before, after all. "Mia, do you think I look like someone who'd succumb to a lifelong commitment just because I was being kind?" "Actually, you don't," Mia replied sheepishly. "But I've always treated you as my brother." Nicholas sighed. "Well, I haven't been particularly bold in the past four years. From now onward, I will only be with you as a man." He closed the distance between them, staring at her intently. "Mia, I don't want to be your brother."

Her world spun out of control. "It's not Axel," Jade whispered, her voice barely audible, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding her. "It's Brock." Her voice was soft, each word hit with the force of a tidal wave that crashed over her sisters. For a long moment, the triplets stared at one another, the weight of their words sinking deep. Axel. Brock. Alexander. One man. Their man. The tension vibrating between the three sisters as each one reeled with the horrific realization that they all had fallen for the same man.

"You were the one who got my brother kidnapped!" She screamed and slapped Julian. Now that the truth was out, Julian laughed coldly, holding his cheek. "I treated you like my own brother!" Jessica continued, sounding hurt. This just made Julian angry. "Your own brother? Do you even believe that nonsense yourself? Ever since John came back, when have you paid any real attention to me? Ask yourself, did you treat both of us fairly? "I was the one you raised from childhood. Why did he get everything I worked so hard for as soon as he returned? I've been acting my part for so many years, and I was so close to getting the shares of your company, but then he came back!

“…quench it. Because it can never work.” I took his hand lightly, brushing it with my fingers. “Why, Daniel?” “We're siblings now, get it into your fucking skull!” he snapped, the words echoing in my ears. My lips pushed forward into a sulky pout, “Stepsiblings.” I eased my shoulders, breathing out heavily. “We are not even blood related, we can fight this through.” He squirmed, his face squeezed in disgust. “Jesus Christ, are you insane?” his dark eyes pierced mine, “So what?” squaring his shoulders. “What are we going to tell our parents? That their children they thought should be seen as siblings are helplessly in love?”

It began like an echo of a memory I didn’t ask for, then played into the picture of my parents bloodied bodies. Caroline noticed my silence. “ are you okay?” “I’m great.” I lied. She gave me a side glance. “ You always do that thing with your jaw when you’re lying. I touched my jaw defensively. “ I do not!” “You do.” She said smirking. “Relax, no one is going to bite you.” I gave her a stern look. “ you think that’s funny huh?” “Serious though.” She said more calmer now. “You’ll be fine, things have changed since you left. My brother is the new alpha now since dad died. Things have changed, it’s……calmer now.”

And here is where it gets complicated. "Marco." I look at my brother. "There are things I'm working through. In therapy. Things that I'm not ready to—I'm not going to tell you about them over a paper airplane on a Saturday morning." "Are you okay," he says. The direct version. The one he saves for when the sideways version won't do. "Getting there," I say. "Genuinely." He doesn't push. He picks up the paper airplane and hands it to me across the table.