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

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

She is evil. "I want you to leave him and resign as her secretary. Find another job, he won't talk to you anymore. Let my sister be in your position, Amber. Accept that you are not really for Stephen. He is Williamson, the billionaire heir of Williamson. He is a tycoon, Amber and you are just nothing. I didn't speak. I don't know where I will be hurt, by what he said or what he ordered me to do. I can't leave Stephen just because of this reason but I also don't want my family to be harmed.

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.”

Mama stated. “I wouldn’t have been able to afford it,” Amelie explained. “It would have been football or food.” “Well, thank goodness you married a billionaire,” I giggled. “Well, technically, Zander’s a billionaire, too,” Nathan smirked. “Yes, that ended up a weird situation, didn’t it?” Mama chuckled. “I don’t really go around telling people that my wife and brother are siblings, that’s for sure,” Nathan laughed. “It will eventually come out, but on Zander’s terms.”

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

The guests turned, eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. It wasn’t just their looks that left people in awe, but the power they carried. The kind of power that couldn’t be ignored, the kind that was ingrained in their very existence. The Hawthorne brothers. Aiden. Liam. Zander. Matthew. The Tycoons , the most powerful young bachelors.. . Their mere presence sent waves of energy across the hall, the air thick with authority. They weren’t just any guests, they were royalty.

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 human traffickers sold me to a remote mountain village when I was young. My parents spent a fortune searching for me and even offered a massive reward for my safe return. They finally found me when I was 16. My parents and three older brothers held me in their arms and wept. After that, they did everything they could to make up for the sixteen years we'd lost. I had more designer clothes than I could ever wear, more luxury handbags than I could ever carry, and a place at an elite private school. On my first day, my oldest brother tied a rosary he'd personally prayed over to my backpack. My second brother bought me the latest phone. My third brother patted me on the shoulder. "Valeri