Novel & Cerita Massimo Twin Brother

“This is a mistake. I don’t know anything about your accounts. I didn’t—” He cut her off with a gesture. “Enough. Lie to me again, and I’ll start asking questions like why you have that little hamster tattoo on your pelvis” Emilia paled. “You’ve met Isadora. My twin sister” Luca stepped back, heart thudding. “Isadora.” The name hit him like a bullet. The woman who vanished with his empire’s backbone wasn’t just a thief. She was blood to this—this innocent yet sharped mouth woman.

She smiled, but couldn’t help but notice the deep circles under his blue eyes “I hope I can make the new streaming company a success, just like you, Dad and Grandpa have always done with every business you’ve ever gotten your hands on. And… I know I’m still just a beginner and my title means nothing compared to CEOs like you, but… If there’s anything I can do to help you with whatever trouble Emma Bianchi is causing, please let me know.” “It’s nothing you need to worry about, piccola.” Massimo assured, but the harshness that was still in his voice said otherwise “She’s just messing around and trying to dig up ghosts from her past this time. But, as always, it won’t lead to anything. I can as

Emma seemed ready to retort, when her movements stopped abruptly, at the same time her gaze turned to her son "Dante...?" “Massimo is a member of the Bianchi just like me, mother.” Massimo’s younger brother said, so calm he almost sounded like a robot “He deserves to be here. It was what father would want.” “Your father?” she spat “The same man who brought this boy here, even though he knew it would take away your rights as his rightful heir? The man who should want to do the best for you, but still only gave you half the company you were born to run?!”

“He’s just pissed because he knows I’ve already won.” Of course, I have Cara with me now. That's winning. Luigi steps forward then, continuing from where he left off with a steady voice. “The signature. We’ve confirmed that it is indeed one of your brothers. Triple checked.” I don’t take my eyes off Massimo. “Which one?” Luigi hesitates, and I can feel the tension in the air spike. “It was Massimo,” he finally says. “He gave me the information first. He...he tried to make a deal.”

“I hope you didn’t lie to me. If you think I’m scary, then wait until you see what Maxim is capable of. He has less patience than I do.” He let go of my chin and stepped back. The more I looked at him, the more I saw the slight resemblance between him and Maxim. Were they brothers? “We’re twins,” he said like he was a freaking mind reader. “You’ll do best to remember that nothing flies under my nose.”

He said and excused himself in the hall while I made back to the main house to see my mother. “Brother!” I heard my younger brother’s exclaim and it made me turn to face him. My younger brother, Massimo who is an inch taller than me who is a handsome man, came and hugged me. “Massimo, when did you come and why didn’t you inform me? I would have arranged a private plane for you. You know well that you’re not safe in Sicily.” I said with worry because it is very common for a mafia family to be targeted.

It looked like ghosts of all the bodies they'd buried. Back in the day, they ran it all—the ports, guns, black markets of Maford. Every dirty deal that could break a man. Lorenzo did the business. Damien spilled the blood. They weren't just partners. They were brothers. Two devils building an empire from dirt and gold. But brothers fight over the crown. It started small. Whispers. Dealers loyal to Damien vanishing. Money meant for him going to Lorenzo's secret pockets. Lorenzo got weird shipments. Signed codes Damien didn't know. He'd built something in their world, a hidden layer.

m. He's my brother, He's my fucking brother. Michael Vladimir is my twin brother.

My mouth parted slightly in surprise immediately he turned, he looked like Marcus but was not Marcus. I should have noticed the extra curly hair and the slimmer frame. His stance was more relaxed, his expression lighter and there was a tattoo on his hand. " Hi pretty lady." He replied me with a broad smile. He noticed me staring and chuckled. " I take it that my brother doesn't talk about me much." " No he doesn't. I'm Ana his personal assistant." I said stretching out my hand for a handshake. " Well I'm Maxwell, Marcus' twin brother." He said locking hands with mine. That explain why he looked familiar yet different.

The worst of all this? I had a strong argument with Massimo because I did not overlook his reactions on the subject. The three of us were raised together, as brothers, as best friends, but as my brother was older, as he grew up, he lost interest in dating children, but began to rub shoulders with people his age, with people at the end and his tastes changed.