Novel & Cerita Four Brothers 2

“Why do there appear to be four of him?” “Father,” I began carefully, trying to steady my breath. “These are Kavian’s brothers. They’re… quadruplets.” Gasps rippled among the growing crowd. More pack members had gathered, whispering and pointing, unable to look away. Aunt Vivian appeared next, her sharp eyes widening in astonishment as she took in the sight of the brothers—each a mirror image of the other, yet somehow distinct in aura and presence. My throat tightened. The words I needed to say—they’re my mates—hovered at the edge of my tongue but refused to leave. My palms were slick with sweat, and I could feel my heart pounding hard enough to echo in my ears.

It felt awkward when I noticed the four of them looking at me, and all I could do was nod yes in response. Their faces looked strikingly similar. “I am Charles Ford.” The same man who asked me about how I was informed. “I am Rowan.” Inserted another one wearing a gold-framed eyeglass. Then, he gestured toward the other two behind him. “And these two are Flint and Marcus. We are your brothers.” Another man came in. He looked different from the four, but he was equally handsome, if not more so. I think he could make the runway models a run for their money.

she said pleading the brothers but what brothers saw in that room left them furious so without wasting any time they grabbed Brittany too and threw her towards the other two. (Translation: No, no, no! Please let me go I'm sorry.) Then the brothers looked down and saw them groaning and by their posture it was clear that they hands and legs are broken but it didn't satisfy the brothers. So they started picking up the bricks and heavy rocks kept there for the construction and one by one started throwing on the girls and after few minutes due to pain and heavy weight above them their souls left their bodies.

"I’m Aiden Paleframe. Your second brother. It’s good to finally meet you, Mauve." "How many brothers do I have?" I asked quietly, unsure how much more I could take in. "Not too many. Four. Marcus is the eldest, I’m second." He turned his head. "Jared, Aaron—come here." Two men stepped out from behind the others, walking toward me. They were handsome, certainly, but there was a certain awkwardness to their demeanor—like they didn’t know whether to smile or bow. "Jared, introduce yourself," Aiden encouraged.

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧ They left me. The brothers had refused to tell me who Rebecca was to them, their faces shuttered and evasive. They'd exchanged glances filled with something I couldn't read—guilt? Shame? Fear?—and then they had left. All four of them. Hours had passed since they walked out that door, and none of them had returned. The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind outside my window and the distant sounds of the packhouse settling in for the night.

The sight inside almost tore the heart out of my chest. The four brothers are bound in silver chains again, this time wrapped around their torsos and limbs, burning through their skin and leaving marks everywhere the metal touches. They are on their knees on the floor, forced down by the restraints. Mario and several men stand around them. One of the men drives a boot into Luca’s side. Another yanks Jace’s chain upward, forcing a pained growl from his throat. I run straight to the brothers. “Stop!” I scream at Mario and his men. “Stop hurting them!”

Myself who was close by four handsome men could not help themselves, my face turned red and in an instant I collapsed again. The four men were shocked, they did not think this girl fainted again. The first brother began to get emotional, "Hey, wake up? Brother, what are you doing? She fainted again! " The last brother fell silent, he immediately pushed his hand away from the girl. Then replied "Sorry, I think she was a little surprised to faint again. Yes, we should give him water. Do we bring water? " "Yes, if it's about that I bring!" answered the second brother while giving the bottled water to the last brother.

I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time. The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor. My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers. When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths. "Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered. Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made." They called

"Are there still any young men in the South City who are worthy to be with me?" "There is!" Keegan said angrily. "My fourth brother! Which is Marcus!"

What if Nikolas really was giving his best? Is that not what she wanted anyway—his best? Many minutes passed by after that. But they stayed the way they were. He already knew what she wanted to ask. Nikolas sighed at her silence. He released his hold from around her hair and gestured his chin to the door. “Close it. I don't want anybody to hear what I am going to say to you.” Juliet went and shut the door. She wondered what was so mysterious about the information he was going to give her. And he answered Juliet’s curiosity. “No sisters. We are four brothers.”