Novel & Cerita My Brother Adrian Lutton

Leo stared perplexed at Adrian who breathed deeply before speaking "I no longer wanted to work for your brother Leo, we both know the type of person he is, the things he do," "What the hell are you talking about?, You've never had to kill anyone, our business was legitimate," "Yes it was, under an illegitimate business," Adrian sighed, "I didn't feel safe. my family has countlessly been attacked by Lorenzo's enemies for information, I have lost both my brothers and mother to this life, tell me Leonardo what is so legitimate about it?,"

After few more minutes of his brother's one sided conversation, Adrian must've finally realised that he hadn't really introduced me to his family. He moved close to me, deliberately creating some distance between me and his brother. "Evelyn, meet my family. You already know Jade and Brandon. Oh, you've met dad as well. Meet my mom, Brittany Stone and this rascal, who unfortunately happens to be my brother. Guys, she's Evelyn White, my... bestfriend." He finished the sentence with a wink my way at the last word and I rolled my eyes.

His presence filled the air like a storm rolling in. Bruno’s smirk didn’t falter. “Speak of the devil.” Adrian moved closer, not rushing, but with the calm surety of someone who knew he would always win. His gaze flicked to me, softening just a fraction, before returning to Bruno with enough cold fire to burn. “Leave,” Adrian said simply. Bruno chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course you’d swoop in. Always cleaning up messes. Tell me, brother, do you actually want her, or do you just enjoy taking what’s mine?”

Adrian was glad she was able to pick up quick, while Melissa only nodded with an “Ohhh...” Melissa’s expression didn’t falter, but she was indeed surprised. “What makes you think that?” “I have my sources,” Adrian said. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to expose you. In fact, I think we can help each other.” They paused while the waiter served their drink. “So,” Melissa began once they were alone again, leaning forward slightly. “You believe we have common ground.” Adrian spun his drink thoughtfully before responding. “Indeed. My brother has been riding high for far too long. It’s time someone reminded him that he’s not invincible.”

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

Her pulse hammered in her ears as she struggled to make sense of what was going on, while her mind raced with one question after another: Who was this Callum that Adrian had referred to, and what did he do? Finally, in the room where Adrian was held, one of the men spoke up, his voice gruff. “Who is ‘him’?” Adrian’s eyes flickered with a mixture of pain and resignation. He hesitated, and then, almost as if he were choking on the words, he finally said, “My brother.” A heavy silence fell. The only sound was the ragged breathing of Adrian, and the rustle of papers as Kade casually picked up the file again.

"I don't like the attention you’re giving her, Lucian. Back off." "Come on, man," Lucian said, his voice dropping to a teasing, condescending register. "I’m your brother. Why are you acting so insecure? Are you worried she’s finally realized there’s more to life than your temper?" Adrian’s face darkened, the air around him beginning to hum with the static of a suppressed wolf. "I warned you. You can’t talk to me like that."

“My brother.” I frowned. “Your brother?” “He was supposed to be dead.” Silence. “Lucien, you never told me you had a brother.” “Because everyone believed he died with my parents.” My heart pounded. “What was his name?” Lucien swallowed. “Adrian.” The name meant nothing to me. But something in Lucien's eyes told me it meant everything to him. “What happened to him?” Lucien walked to the window. “He was sixteen when my parents died. I was twelve.”

Lucas felt an inexplicable connection. The young man looked at him. Then said: “Lucas Morgan.” Lucas stepped out of the vehicle. “Who are you?” The young man smiled. “My name is Adrian.” Lucas's heart stopped. “Adrian… Morgan?” The young man nodded. “Yes.” Lucas stared at him. “My brother.” Adrian's smile disappeared. “That's what they told you.” Lucas frowned. “What do you mean?” Adrian looked behind him. “Come inside.” Lucas took one step forward.

Rhys approached with the man he’d been speaking to. “Layla, have you met Adrian?” “No.” Kate looked over. “That’s my brother.” Adrian was tall, with dark blond hair and the relaxed confidence of someone completely comfortable in the room. He looked close to Harvey’s age. He offered me his hand. “Adrian Remington.” “Layla Miller.” “I know.” I raised my eyebrows. He smiled. “That sounded worse than I intended. I’ve been away, not isolated from civilization.” “Where were you?”