Handsome Siblings 1992 Novels & Stories

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

His remarks made the three groan in opposition. Gustavo extended his hands, showing his welcoming smile. Luna accepted his hand and smiled back. She can't deny that the word 'handsome' was underrated despite his aging face. Do all the senior Grant siblings have godlike beauty? No wonder their children were all breathtakingly gorgeous and fine as hell. Sometimes, this family acted as if they could kill the devil itself, but gladly, they gave her warmth and security like being with them is the safest place second to heaven.

"Exactly. Rich, good-looking, and smart? Come on, leave something for the rest of us." "Sure, so what isn't Giselle good at?" "Rich, gorgeous, smart, with a super hot boyfriend, she's living the dream. I guess being someone's favorite does mean you can get away with anything." "Confirmed. Sam's the real older brother. Only a real brother would roast him in public like this. Iconic chaotic siblings. Come on, Harry, spill some dirt on him. Or if you don't have any, share some photos we're not supposed to see…"

By this time next week, all of Italy will be under my rule and the Russo Kingdom will be running scared with their tails tucked between their legs. “Are you alright, Boss?” Damien, the youngest of us and my half-brother is the first to ask. Honestly, it’s so typical of him, always so hungry for my approval. Does he think if he plays nice long enough we’ll truly accept him as a Gallardo? We call him our little brother to his face, but behind his back, Damien will always be known as the Bastard—born to our father Nicolo Gallardo, and his whore of a mistress. Our shared blood is honestly the only reason I tolerate him at best, and outright ignore him at worst.

As they made their way toward the venue, few people couldn't help but be bewitched by the trio's beauty. The two great most sought-after bachelors in the USA flocked by their little sister. Their beauty was a sight to behold. The three siblings wore matching outfits of the same color. Damien and Brian wore an Armani blue matching outfit their hair was neatly combed by the side, and both of them were a beautiful sight to behold undue, Brian was more handsome than Damien but Damien wasn't short of beauty standing beside Brian. Immediately they made their way inside, commotion broke out. Whispering soon filled the whole place.

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

For a moment I want to accept her tempting offer. But I can't. She didn't realize that my mother and father were worse. "I will be fine." Sighing, she nodded. Auntie got up, walked over to the cupboard on the kitchen island. "Have you met Nicholas de Sanctis?" I raised an eyebrow "Yeah. He's my senior in college but I've only seen him a few times." I lied. "Ah, what a shame. Was he already handsome then?" I nodded. No one can deny that blue eyed handsome man, he is truly beautiful in such a wrong and sinful way.

So, it’s either a dream or a really, really bad day. “Anyway, getting back to said package.” Mr. Handsome clears his throat roughly like he knows I’m going off on a tangent in my own mind, and he needs to bring me back to the present. “I knew nothing about this alliance, naturally. I didn’t know anything about your family because all this happened when I was two years old myself. We’re the same age if you can believe that. Leave it to our horrible fathers to come up with something totally devious to do to their children. Anyway, I’ve spent the last fourteen years of my life trying to forget the world before this one. But then, this package arrives. Am I boring you?”

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.