Miss Perfect And Her Brothers Novels & Stories

they greeted warmly. "Wow, you gentlemen are looking quite dashing," Patricia remarked, her gaze admiring Mia's brothers, finding them increasingly charming. Karen's eyes immediately lit up. "Mia, are these your brothers? They're incredibly handsome." Patricia proudly stated, "Indeed, not only are they handsome, but they are also all highly promising young men." "Considering Mia's generous monthly allowance, I bet her brothers are quite successful too. I wonder if any of them are single." Mia rolled her eyes in response. "Let's go, I'm starving."

Eliza's POV; I walk down the stairs with my hands clutching the books I'm hugging to my chest tightly. From the chatters going on downstairs, it's clear that the shooting crew is here. Today is not my day, so obviously they're here for my brother. I get down and find our massive living room, full of people. On the couch is my brother getting his make-up done, and my parents are in a corner discussing. My parents run a modeling school and a fashion industry, and I and my brother are the faces of the companies.

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

Lost in the eyes contact, two children came to stand behind them. "Isn't that Miss Blac?" A 6 year old boy asked. "Yes, that must be her boyfriend. A taller girl who seems to be his elder sister replied him. "I heard people in a relationship kiss. Let's watch them do it." She muttered to her brother with seriousness. The kids folded their arms on their chest to watch their next move. Hearing this from the distance, Sapphire turned to them as they burst into laughter. "Come on, let's go." The girl held her kid brother as they continued skating.

I believed that the wound brought by the original family would be cured slowly but surely by someone at some time. With my parents' bottomless indulgence, my brother's mania became more and more uncontrollable. He started beating girls in junior high and dropped out before finishing high school. Finally, my mum paid for him to go to a college abroad that didn’t require a high school diploma. When he returned from abroad, my parents, to gain prestige, hosted a big celebration feast in my hometown. That day, Grandma was also very happy and took out the military certificate that had been kept under her pillow all these years.

"Don't worry. Once we've calmed her parents down, we'll get a divorce, and then it'll be our turn, okay?" He said, attempting to sidestep me with Natalie in tow. It was the 99th letdown. I balled my fists, my voice tinged with desperation. "I've been waiting for you 99 times already..." Emmett stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing. "Are you suggesting I should just ignore her family driving her to the brink? "Don't be so cruel." My hand shook, a mix of shock and disbelief coursing through me. I caught Natalie Cooper's triumphant look and her voice, tinged with self-pity.

After my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accused me of swapping the graduation thesis she had prepared for three years, I suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed on the spot. My three brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham, dragged me into the greenhouse as punishment. They locked the door tight after throwing me in. I cried as I explained. I pounded on the door desperately while begging them to believe me. Marcus' eyes were icy, and his tone was final. "The evidence is solid. Why do you think you can still argue about it? Mackenzie nearly failed to graduate. Stay in there and reflect on yourself!"

I smoothed down the front of my blouse, adjusted my sunglasses, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t twisted into knots. This wasn’t just brunch. This was war. Because inside that mansion was Bruno — my ex, Adrian’s little brother, the boy who’d tossed me aside like I was nothing. He thought I’d cry, crumble, disappear. Instead, I was about to walk into his family’s house on the arm of the brother he never measured up to. If that didn’t rattle him, nothing would. The front doors opened before I could knock. Adrian stood there, immaculate as always, dressed in a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to show the strength of his forearms. His dark eyes flicked over me, unreadable.

I glanced back at Angela and Emma, who were staring at me with proud, almost parental smiles, like a couple admiring their toddler taking her first steps. “Charlotte!” Miles voice called me back to the screen. I looked back at the camera. “Your brothers are here—you don’t have to look elsewhere!” he teased. “Hey, I’m her brother too!” Musa cut in, laughing. “So, Charlotte,” one of the others said, leaning closer to the screen. “I hope all the American boys aren’t disturbing you?” I blinked, caught off guard. “No...Why?” They all laughed as if I’d asked the most ridiculous question.

We only went to get our marriage certificate, after which he shut me into the cage that he called our home. "My brother is about to die. Can you still stomach that? Elise, you must be desperate if you can even accept someone who's practically dead!" Andon suddenly appeared in the dressing room, staring malevolently at me. I laughed softly and retorted boldly, "I don't mind. It's better than being with you. What else can you do apart from pouring out the medicine?" His expression turned grim at once, and he clenched his fists tightly. "You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!"