Knowing Brother Ep 159 Novels & Stories

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Hope it isn't what I'm thinking? Sinking down on the floor,I stared on...dazed. "No...this can't be! It can't be!!" 😮😮😮😮😮😮 Oh my God!! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?? Is Kelly.....???🤔 Unlock the episode worth 3k likes 😍😍😍😍😍 HER SISTER'S BOSS 📝 MR CEO 📝 EPISODE 16 👉 Kelly's POV 👈

I no longer cared about the law I had broken, the police saw me but I could outrun them, the speed of my motorbike could surpass their car's speed. The moment I reached the hospital, my mother hugged me, crying on my shoulder and my father looked unhappy. "Is there something wrong?" I asked and my mom sobbed even louder. "Your younger brother is in a coma," my father replied. "What?!" I exclaimed and glanced at Rhon who was laying down on the hospital bed, not moving an inch. We stayed there for a long time, talking and miserable. "Where is Lenna? I want to ask her what happened," I said when I remembered her.

“Or do you want me to show you exactly what it means to be an asshole?” “J...just stay right there,” she stuttered, her voice betraying her, and it made me even happier that I still had this much control over her. She kept moving back while I kept drawing closer. “How do you know him?” she asked, and I stopped moving. “What?” “Kael. How exactly do you know him? Is he your other brother?” Brother? Hearing that from her made all the good emotions I'd been feeling disappear, and memories of my childhood flowed back.

"The real question is do you really know your brother? " I answer nothing and stare out the window after ten minutes I pick up my phone and call Lucas. "Hello?" "I need you to run an investigation on Ryan." "Your brother? " "Yes my brother, someone I'm not sure I know. "

- KILLIAN - “What do you mean you did?” I burst out loud, my frustration projecting toward him. I reach my other hand to Liam and tug at him with every word that leaves my mouth and he barely resists, still keeping his hands in his pockets. “You knew the woman I love was related to the one who killed our parents and you did not tell me a thing, brother why??! How long ago did you know? Didn’t you know I would suffer? Liam, why?!” My voice broke. Never in my life did I expect that the second person to cause me so much pain would be my own brother. “How long ago did you know?” I chorus. My voice is so low that I wonder if he heard me.

“You said you’d fill me in moments ago. You promised.” {Yes, but not this particular one.} His voice was softer, almost guilty. {Just the information you can find on G****e. Basic stuff.} The frustration boiled over, my chest tight with helplessness. “So now who do I ask?” Silence. Long, heavy silence that made my skin crawl. Then, quietly: {Your brother.} My breath caught. “He knows?” {Yes.} Roundy’s glow steadied, but the hesitation lingered. {He’s a survivor.}

Remembering the instructions I had given my brother, I reached out through our mental link. "David?" I whispered, projecting my thoughts to him. "Beta Carlton informed me that we don't need to leave and that they will handle the situation, Em. He mentioned that Alpha Kane is discussing it with you. Is that true?" my brother's voice echoed in my mind, seeking confirmation.

I wonder if he will. I sit down at the desk. I open my notebook to a fresh page. I pick up my pen. And I write, in my precise economical hand, the words I will not say to him until he is ready to hear them: The brother knew. The brother always knows. The question is what he does with what he knows.