Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Edward นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Natalie was shocked. The man in her passenger seat finally opened his eyes. His gaze was calm yet piercing. His voice was composed. "Ms. Sharp, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Edward Ford." He let out a tiny laugh. "I'm Jacob's younger brother." The words took her aback. Natalie didn't know much about Jacob, much less about a younger brother. "I don't know you." Edward's smile deepened. "I'm Matthew's adopted son, Edward. And Ophelia's brother."

He couldn't understand why Alpha Marcus has been acting cold toward him ever since he recovered from the poison. It seemed as if he had lost his memory of Edward because from everything that had been going on, Alpha Marcus could only recognize Luciana as his Mum and Alice as his sister. It really pained Edward. He has even tried severally to make Alpha Marcus remember him. Sometimes he would persistently say to Alpha Marcus, "look at me, please. It's me, Edward. I'm your brother." And the moment he said it, Alpha Marcus would yell back at him. "I don't have a brother. I know I have a sister whose name is Alice but I don't ever remember having a brother."

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

He held my gaze evenly. “A wedding,” he said. “And you will accompany me.” It didn’t surprise me. I already saw it coming but I still had to play along. “Whose wedding is it?” I asked with a steady voice. He paused for a second. “My brother’s,” he said. “Do you know him?” I blinked repeatedly and my throat went dry but my expression remained steady as if I hadn’t found out just the day before. “N-no. I don’t.” He squinted, looking directly at me as if he knew I had just lied. My fingers trembled a bit. I curled them into a fist by my side.

"Are just... one big dummy." That was it. Edward couldn't take it anymore, standing up, he raced towards his brother, yelling. "Just wait till I get a hold of you!"

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.

"You know she's my wife, right? So she's your sister-in-law! Whether you like it or not, you're still my sister. Understand and realise where you stand!" BA BUMP! Edward's heart was about to fall out of place; his brother's aura was indeed very creepy at the moment with just a look in his eyes. It made Edward's guts shrink instantly. "Yes, Brother, I understand. I just saw my brother-in-law. We've met before, but I don't know where!" Edward explained. "You guys did meet. When you and your father were buried in a shabu shabu restaurant." "Ah, yes, I remember."

“I’m stuck.” Elena was quiet, then asked softly, “What happened at the brunch yesterday?” I gave a bitter laugh. “His mother called me a dilution. Lucy said hers too. And Edward sat there. Silent.” “Classic coward behavior.” “And then I found out he has a brother. Apparently, that was never worth mentioning.” Elena blinked. “A brother?” “Yeah.” She shook her head. “Just sounds like your life’s auditioning for a soap opera.” I snorted. “Feels like it.”

"But sir-" Edward never got to finishthat sentence as someone from behind him walked in, quickly followed by someoneelse. "Don't worry Edward I made sure to take the back," said the person who I thoughtI would never see again, my brother Xavier. Who was accompanied by someone elseI never thought of seeing again too, Evelyn.

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.