Novel & Cerita Haitani Brothers

Jordan shifted into business mode, making numerous phone calls to various small-time companies, trying to rectify his little brother's mess. Meanwhile, Jason was stuck in traffic, fighting his way to reach the company as fast as possible. Unfortunately, it seemed like fate was against him. Three hours later, it was finally time for the hotel unveiling, but Jason still hadn't arrived. Mr Jackson couldn't afford to wait any longer, Today was a memorable day for him one he had always dreamed about. Even if he had to celebrate it with only one of his sons, he felt it wouldn't be a loss. After cutting the ribbon, Jordan took charge and decided to give them a tour of the hotel, which stood proudly

" I'm sorry about that," " Are those your business partners?" I asked. " Just one of them. The brothers are a menace," he replied coldly. Nate and Kiyana joined us. The two were living a dream. We danced until I excused myself to go to the bathroom. On my way back, through the large hallway, I saw one of the brothers, Santos. He noticed me and dismissed the two men he was talking to. I stopped in my tracks as he approached his pry like a predator.

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."

I heard someone calling my best friend's name, so I immediately looked to where that voice came from and saw Henry Cervantes's smiling face, one of the richest businessmen in Asia, and who happened to be Ram's brother-in-law. My guess was correct, as Henry Cervantes was the only guy I knew who could throw such an event of this caliber. "Good evening, Henry, and sorry for being late," Ram said, greeting the billionaire businessman as he finally got near. Looking as dashing as ever, Henry still remained as handsome as when he was still in his twenties, which is no wonder that there are still a lot of women who want to catch his interest. Even before I met Atilla and discovered that she hid her

I say and she instantly stops asking. Conor has two brothers. One of them is Max- the prodigal youngest son, living the best of his life somewhere on the best beaches between Europe and South America. He is almost my sister’s age, supposed to be studying art, but in reality, he’s spending the family’s fortune. Then there’s Dominic. He is only a year older and we met in high school. He was also the love of my life before he left and I never heard back from him.

I still did not even know where my brother was, I couldn’t even hear his voice or catch his scent anymore. Nathan, who was talking to Domenico, both their voices blocked from me due to the beam that surrounded me, was furious as he tried to attack him only to get electrocuted. The bastard couldn’t even fight him like a man. His eyes met mine and he smirked before he looked between the two of us, removing the barrier that blocked his voice

And here she was now, walking into his family’s building as if fate had a twisted sense of humor. Gerald stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city skyline. His image looked back at him in the glass—polished, powerful, and poised. The name Pierre carried weight in this city, and he wore it like a tailor-made suit. But still… Dominic's shadow always seemed to hang over him. Dominic. Even his brother’s name alone was enough to put a damper on his mood. And now Jillian. She was supposed to be a distraction for one-night. An amusement.

Talli asked as she sat back. “We would die for one another,” Barshan explained. “We are brothers, blood brothers by our own oath. We all met when we were teenagers living on the streets. We were barely surviving alone but once we all came together, we more than survived. We thrived and grew stronger. Then working for the Bratva and for the first time we became a family. None of us are willing to break those vows, they are stronger than any metal and they bind us just as fiercely.”

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.