Novel & Cerita Miss Perfect And Her Brothers

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.

Prissy blushed, I rolled my eyes, she is here with the younger, and now she is trying to suck up with the Eldest. Willard ignores her. “Let the miss go,” he ordered, the guards unhand me. “Can I see your invitation card?” He asked, facing me, I nodded and handed over my invitation card. He took a look and slapped his younger brother, Prissy and the whole crowd gasped. I smirked, Willard turned to me. “Miss Marissa, I am sorry on the behalf of my brother, he is new to the business,” Willard apologized. I nodded coldly, my eyes swept over Prissy and Nathan, I rolled my eyes.

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!"

"You drew blood on your own brother, over a woman. It has never been done in this lineage, we don't let women have hold over men." "I shot him, not because of a woman but because he tried to steal my position through marriage." "She's nothing," Ethan spat, staring at me with pure hatred. "A street rat who was convenient." Adrian's grip tightened on my hand. "Watch your mouth." Enzo's voice rose. "Brothers don't turn on each other like this." "Then we were never really brothers," Adrian replied. "This girl is tearing our family apart." Ethan slammed the desk, bellowing with full force. I cowered at Adrian's back.

He looked smaller than usual, nervous. We slid into the seats opposite him. No one spoke for several seconds. Max broke first. “I’m not trying to ruin your life, Alex. But this… stepbrothers? It’s messed up. Your dad will lose it. Lisa will lose it. And if anyone else finds out—coworkers, friends, social media—it’ll blow up. I’m just saying… someone’s going to notice eventually.”

My private phone vibrated again. MISSY: Sorry. Family drama. I opened the message. LUKE: Everything okay? The typing bubble appeared. MISSY: My brother was suspended. I leaned forward. She had never said Chase was her brother. Not directly. I typed carefully. LUKE: For what? Her answer arrived seconds later. MISSY: Fighting over a woman. I stared at the words. A slow smile spread across my face. Missy had finally opened the door herself.

"He has someone depending on him." "So does every man." Victoria walked around the desk. "He needs us." Richard stood. "If I rescue him now..." He met her eyes. "he'll spend the rest of his life believing money can erase every mistake." Victoria stayed quiet. Richard softened slightly. "When Ethan finally apologizes because he understands what he did..." He looked toward the window. "I'll know I've raised the right man." He added. "And he has to agree to the merger too." Outside the study, Sophie, Ethan's sister lowered her hand before knocking.

People mocked her for being blind enough to frame an innocent person, lose her necklace, and still never get it back. The hallway packages were still a total mess, but nobody dared blame me anymore. Some residents even came up to me sounding awkwardly apologetic. "Annie, we... we really got you wrong before." "Are you reopening the pickup station? We seriously need it back." "It was Mrs. Couser and Mrs. Tate causing all the drama. We know you're a good person." I just answered calmly without promising anything. Some damage doesn't disappear after a couple half-hearted apologies.

15 years ago I went back home after I missed last year's summer break. I stepped in at my house in Sausalito and found a beautiful girl standing on the balcony. She smiled widely and greeted me. It was love at first sight. I froze there, admiring what I saw, but then my little brother shouted, “Damian, you’re home!” He walked downstairs and gave me a hug. That girl still smiling, walking toward me, she greeted me again, “Hello. I’m Anna. Chris tell me a lot about you, Damian”