Spoiled By My Three Tycoon Brothers Novels & Stories

My father took back control of the company after my brother fell seriously ill, only to be humiliated when the company was acquired by the male lead, sending him into the ICU from sheer rage. And me, I wasn’t even important enough to be cannon fodder, just background decoration, with an utterly bleak ending: As a useless nobody who had just returned to a wealthy family and knew nothing, after the Shaw family went bankrupt, I went out to work, ran into my idiot boss again, and after pulling an all-nighter, dropped dead on the way to take his kid to school. I woke up out of pure anger. Fine, the world being a novel was one thing, but why did my entire family have to make way for the male and f

Hence the nickname. The truth is, most of the guys won’t even try because they know my brothers and they are too afraid. The ones who do? They just want me for the title, to be closer to Alpha Julius, my father. So yeah, when guys try, I destroy them with words. I remind them that they might be willing to fight my brothers for approval, but I could break them just as easily. “Venom,” Cain says and I glance at him. My three brothers are all one year older than me, triplets and identical, in the flesh anyway. They all have that ash-blonde hair that covers their eyes, bright blue eyes, and an easy smile.

The manager of the hotel happily guided Shawn and his friend up to his brother's penthouse. When the elevator's doors parted, Scott and Shawn witnessed a shirtless Tyler smoking by the window near the elevator. "Oh my god, is this really your brother? He's hot!" Scott exclaimed as his eyes widened in amusement. "Haha, Tyler is the golden child in the family. You know, the cleverest kid who grew up to be the hottest and most handsome, and successful. My grandfather will embellish him with precious stones and jewels if he can to intensify Tyler's worth."

I’m glad I had it on speaker or my eardrum would have been ruptured. “He didn’t have to say much, Ralph. He used the company as collateral for some stupid scheme that backfired. He wasn’t able to pay it back at all, let alone on time. We were going to lose everything, I couldn’t do that to any of you. I couldn’t lose the last thing our parents left us.” I am close to tears now. I will not cry, not here, not now. My brother’s stupid antics have done enough. It’s time to get to work and take back what my brother has been stealing from me for years.

I was sitting across from Carson at this fancy Italian restaurant that Cassian had picked out, probably because it was expensive enough to make me feel guilty about ruining the date when the door burst open and all four of my stepbrothers walked in like they were conducting a bank robbery. "When will this same pattern stop? At least, tell me this is Deja vu,” I muttered under my breath. Carson just smiled, like watching four grown men crash a blind date was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all week. "Your brothers really care about you." "That's one way to put it," I said, resisting the urge to sink under the table and hide there until everyone left. Cassian, who'd been sitting at a sep

Not all my relatives are close to me. They talked about things, until it was time for us to leave the house. Dad also agreed that they would live there. My siblings were even more excited because they were supposed to experience the big room. I also told Diego that my two brothers should be in the same room so that I could go to them quickly if they were doing something silly. I also told him when we were on the trip that if he was to give something to my family, he should pass it on to me first so that I would know what he should not continue to do. Not all chances are he will be followed, I also don’t want my family to rely on him. "Wow! This house is huge!" My two brothers said at chorus

Like he was forcing himself not to react. “Listen, Father,” I said, planting both hands on his desk and leaning forward. “I'm going to make myself absolutely clear.” My voice dropped into something low and dangerous. “You are going to unfreeze her account.” “Until she returns,” he replied casually. “You're going to do as I say,” “You can't do anything,” he replied, mocking my tone. I laughed. “Until the media sees what the famous billionaire Victor Devereaux did to a poor child he adopted.”

She smiled and simply walked away. God, I love my sister. By the time we landed in Miami to refuel and go shopping, I was a ball of energy. I couldn’t wait to see Isabella. We headed to the outlet mall and went on an hour-long shopping spree. Having your sister married to a billionaire does have its perks. The weirdest thing, though. I found out in February that her husband is my half-brother, but that’s a very long story. So technically, now I’m the billionaire’s little brother. Our grandfather, Carrington Michaels, has set me up with an unlimited credit card and a trust fund, but I prefer to live a normal life. I asked them not to announce that we’re related to the public yet. We will anno

“You… know her?” “Who doesn’t!” Came Elena’s sharp response. “Ivette Castellano, a big time I*******m star and model who seems to have it all. But in reality, she’s only freeloading off her uncle.” “And who’s her uncle?” “Wallace Castellano,” Elena, disregarding the lie Noelle had told her before, took her phone and pulled up one of the latest articles, but the man’s face was a dark shade, making it hard for anyone to see. “Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.”

I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time. The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor. My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers. When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths. "Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered. Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made." They called