Four Brothers Cast Novels & Stories

In a world where I wasn’t this broken. *** Welcome to Season 2 of The Heiress and the Four Brothers~ 01102025, Anne Joyce

Behind him, the six performers stepped into the light. Four of them were my stepbrothers: Jax, Kane, Ryker, and Talon. All older than me, all built like gods—tall, ripped, with the same arrogant smirks they wore around the house when they knew I was staring. Jax had the biggest bulge I’d ever seen straining against his pants. Kane’s hands looked big enough to fist me. Ryker and Talon were twins, identical in their cruel beauty. They’d caught me staring at them countless times. Now they knew why.

I sat at the table for hours, trying to think of something, when I met the last of the four stepbrothers. He walked in with a hoodie, his hands tucked into the pockets. I didn't notice him at first until I raised my head to see someone had entered the room. Leo, the last of the four sons. I didn't want him to notice me, certain he'd hate me like the others. But before I could turn away, he caught my eyes, and for some reason, I froze. Brown silk hair, brown eyes, pink lips I couldn't ignore framed a face I'd just met along with the rest of Mr. Cody's sons. Yet this one made my chest tighten the same unexplainable way Shawn and Gaige had, a pull I couldn't shake.

I stay in the shadows down the hall, observing. Outside the room, her brothers have arrived, four imposing figures in tailored suits. Carter, the eldest, straightens his tie, exuding the calm authority of someone used to taking charge. Cole and Cyrus, the twins, lean casually against the doorway, mirroring each other’s expressions with a quiet confidence. Callum, the youngest, hesitates at the threshold, uncertainty written across his face. “Well, well, well… look who finally decided to show up,” Carter mutters, voice carrying just enough for me to hear. “Thought you’d sneak past without greeting your favorite frenemy.”

They always move as one. The three brothers could have been the same person. They’re identical, down to the last hair. They stand at 6’4”, unbelievably handsome, with dark, almost black hair—always styled to perfection—cold blue eyes that bore into your soul, and magazine-perfect bodies and faces. Kael steps into view first. He’s the oldest and never rushes—everything about him is deliberate, like he’s already decided how this will go. His icy blue eyes find mine immediately, looking right through me.

“He’s even going to pass as blue to cheer on her!” I reluctantly draw my eyes from Mr. Blond and Blue Eyed and look at her. “Okay, I’ll make sure to let Nathan, Nico, Noah, and Niall know that you think they are epic fails at being brothers.” Her head swerves towards me, and if she had long hair I’m sure it would have slapped me in the face. “What? No, you don’t say that to any of those four overprotective egoistical testosterone driven creatures! They are awesome, they are the best brothers ever, got it?”

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.

The look on their fathers face was enough to tell them that something was wrong. They took in a deep breath and nodded their head in affirmation. Slowly, they walked out of the party scene, still wondering why their father found this to be the perfect time to call them out. “Father, is everything okay?” They asked their father who was breathing heavily, with a blood shot eyes that made them shudder in fright. He dropped a paper in their front and hastily, they went for it. It was the news of the pack. At the headline, it was written “Are the quadruplet alphas in love with their step sister?”.

The younger blond—the one who had kept checking to see if she was there—sat forward, elbows on knees, hands laced like he was holding himself back from reaching across the table. It was the youngest who spoke first, voice a little rough, like he’d run to get here. “We’re your brothers.” Mya blinked. “I don’t have siblings.” “You do,” he said. “You have four.” The world tilted, just a notch. He tapped his chest. “I’m Casey.” He jerked a thumb toward the easy-eyed blond next to him. “That’s Cameron.” He nodded to the lawyerly dark-haired one. “Adrian.” He angled his chin to the man with the quiet authority. “Alexander.”

“Thanks, Killian. That means a lot.” As he walked away, I leaned against the wall, my thoughts swirling. The truth was, I was falling for all four of the brothers. Hunter’s charm, Kris’s quiet strength, Preston’s playful wit, and Killian’s steady confidence—they each held a piece of my heart. And I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to choose just one.