Spoiled By My Three Tycoon Brothers Novels & Stories

On the night of my 17th birthday, everyone at the Moretti estate was celebrating "Elena Moretti." The real Elena, however, had spent the past nine years locked beneath the old house in the vineyard. As fireworks burst over the main house, Sophia entered the wine cellar wearing the black gown my mother had left behind. She set a silver place card bearing my name in front of me, then slid a slice of birthday cake within reach. She kept the fork. "It's been nine years. How do you still not get it?" She tapped the place card. "You think a birth certificate makes the name Elena worth something? Or some old keepsake you've been hiding all these years? It doesn't." She glanced toward the brightly l

If he says wedding still on, I tear the loan in front of his brothers. Either way, my daughter gets married into Moretti. Because I did not build Caruso for thirty years so my daughter can lose to a chef who makes soup that everyone likes. I parked my car in the alley behind their house, blocking both their warm SUVs. Tony and the Vale woman driver stared at me. Five brothers stared at me. The little chef stared at me from behind Enzo, in Nico's jacket that's too big for her. I rolled down my window and yelled what I needed to yell so the brothers would hear and tell their lawyer.

Their relationship was perfect at the start, with neither bothered about money or the future since they had each other. Their love had been pure and uncorrupted until his grandfather died. The old man whose empire was been the largest and most successful in the state had willed everything to Jonah’s uncle and left the rest of the family with nothing. They all believed that the uncle who had always been a greedy schemer had tricked the old man into giving him everything before he died. Unfortunately, no one could fight back because he now had all the power like he always wanted.

the sub-headline blared. “Three heirs. Fifty percent at stake. A legacy in flames.” Every word hit like a slap. They made it sound like greed had driven them insane — like three powerful men were ready to destroy everything their father built, all for control of the shares. The story went on about boardroom clashes, leaked arguments, and rumors that the Carter brothers were plotting against one another behind closed doors. It painted a picture of a crumbling dynasty — one headline feeding the next, one scandal replacing another. I could barely breathe as I turned the page. Every photo showed them — Liam, Zane, and Kai — their faces hard, their names now symbols of chaos and pride.

was Mary's question. "Yes! Boss, we're in charge of it," the staff replied. "Good. I hope you're happy, Mommy; you don't want to work. Did you also steal the money from the MGC?" It's a question. "Yes, boss. I'm fine. What's up? It looks like your sister stole money, but, in fact, you all went to ten million." I don't really know exactly what I've been recording about the bruha. I don't think they're family anymore. Their work is exceedingly abundant in its iniquity.

He turned to Audrey’s best friends and stretched out his hand, “You two must be Mikey and Olivia. It’s nice to meet you, I’m—“ “Killian Carter Vanderbilt,” Mikey blurted. He couldn’t help it. Killian only smiled and gestured to Caspian, “That’s right. And this is my brother—“ “Hubba-hubba,” Olivia cut him off. She was even worse than Mikey. Audrey glared at her two friends, but the brothers found it amusing. “Your friends are funny,” Killian commented. “Now we know where you get it from,” Caspian added. He still had his hand on Audrey’s, refusing to let her go.

Crystal chandeliers the size of cars hung from painted ceilings. The champagne was vintage and the guests were the kind of people who appeared in Forbes instead of reading it. This was the same event where Catherine Wei had humiliated me last year, making me sit at a table in the back corner while she and Vivian laughed with their society friends at the main tables. This year, I was walking in as the guest of honor on Alexander Morrison's arm. My grandfather looked distinguished in his tuxedo, his white hair perfectly styled, his posture straight despite his age. Behind us came my four brothers, all looking dangerous in different ways. Daniel in a sharp black suit that probably cost more tha

I have and I get anything I want so its just to relax and live life to the fullest. My brother Dr Lyod Williams is a direct opposite of me. He is calm, caring and take his time with people and me on the other hand am extremely arrogant. I get any girl I want with my money. If it means using force I do it just to get what I wanted. I have gotten in to big mess several times but my brothers influence on such cases made it very impossible to go anywhere. I am now in the university and I plan on continuing with my way of college and high school days. My brother despises this behavior of mine so much but he can barely do anything because am all he has got and since our parents demise he promi

He picked up the phone, and as he spoke, I could see Ryan's anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to boil over. Ethan's calm demeanor belied the tension that crackled in the air as he confronted his brother Ryan about the company's finances. The confrontation escalated quickly, revealing the deep-seated rivalry between them. Ethan, a board member, asserted his right to investigate, emphasizing the importance of accountability, while Ryan accused him of jealousy over his success.

Do you know what you are getting yourself into? "I wouldn't be here without knowing a thing of the Bravado family" I swallowed. I knew about the Bravado family,they were mostly the talk of the whole time. The three sons were labelled as handsome devil's, cunning, manipulative, betrayals and villians. There was no one in Auckland city who didn't know of Maxton, Ethan and Royan, I've only heard of them, and this was the first time I was seeing them I'd only seen two, and I was already regretting my choice.