Spoiled By My Three Tycoon Brothers Novels & Stories

And standing under the city’s glittering skyline, Liana Carver finally realized something: Being spoiled by her overprotective brothers was one thing. But being wanted by powerful men who could change her world? That was a different kind of power entirely.

Rumor had it that Jeremy was a tyrant, a cold and cruel CEO known for his conquests and infamous reputation as a player. I hadn't met him yet because he lived in London, where he supposedly grew up. But I knew I would see him today. And I had no idea how to act as a stepsister because, even though many men had come and gone in my mom's life, this was the first time I would meet one of their children.

"Let's go, Sweety." I nodded and looked at Jack one last time. I flashed my best smile and Jack snorted. I could tell he was starting to feel bitter about his own life. This was just the beginning. In the future, Jack would continue to get karma from what he did to me. We stepped into the car and James opened the door for me. From a distance, I could hear Jack's rude swearing which seemed to suggest that James was very stingy. I knew it wasn't about the money. To James, $10,000 dollars is nothing. But it was about how James taught his two lazy brothers a lesson. Then on the other hand, they always wanted to live lavishly.

I stare down at her “You think because you daddy probably stole and lied his way to the top that you’re better than me? You’re just a lonely middle age woman who behaves like a spoilt brat that can’t even apply simple makeup on her face without making it look like a circus exploded on it” I pause fighting back tears.

My patchwork life could not compare to her silken existence, my street-rumbles far cries from her princess gowns. Blood and tears dripped on the floor beneath me, painting a shocking shade of red. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I had done wrong, why they showered her with love and left me with nothing. "Carol, we're back! Come see what we've got for you," my oldest brother,James, called out, his voice soft and warm, as if he had not just snubbed me moments before. I scrubbed the blood from the floor and dragged myself into a corner to hide under a pile of junk. My eyes landed on his faded clothes, and for a second, I wondered if the pain I felt was all just a nightmare.

“Sanders Group? That mysterious family controlling half the world’s shipping and energy?” “His name is Efim Sanders... Sir?!” The crowd stared in utter shock at my brother, who was wearing his worn hoodie. The man they had scorned as a penniless good-for-nothing was actually the heir to Sanders Group’s financial empire. Their expressions were full of disbelief. My brother took the handkerchief the butler offered and casually bandaged his wound. Then, he typed a line on his phone and handed it to Edwin. [I don’t need money. [I wear old clothes because my sister bought them for me.

There was no loud explosion, only a profound silence. In that white light, I saw my brother's body, along with the entire signal tower, instantaneously transform into the most basic particles and dissipate into the air. With his final research, my brother presented me with the grandest and most resolute funeral. [Time remaining: 3 minutes.] [Is the host ready to return?] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner.

It was no wonder she'd seemed so experienced when she'd done the same to me! Before she'd met Matthew, she'd often hopped from one man to another, racking up countless partners whom she'd also defrauded. When Mom and Dad found out about all of this, they almost fainted in rage. They summoned Matthew back from the island and forced him to get a full-body checkup in case he'd contracted any diseases. Fortunately, he was completely fine. Mom and Dad spent generously to spread the news, blowing the scandal up even further and causing an uproar online.

Why would they refer to her as daddy's little princess, as if her entire existence relied on that fact. I suppose in their line of wealth, it's not unusual to find those typical cliché girls, relying on their fathers wealth and being spoilt by them. They don't seem nearly us superficial as they should be, considering their fortune, which is very rare. A good indication on the people they are. "Anyway, she's an absolute prune. Borderline psycho. She's doing us a favor. I could never understand why your brother keeps that under lock and key. He seems so unhappy." Tyler, their friend looks at Jarrod, waiting for an answer.

He picked up his phone, about to make the transfer when he suddenly recalled something and asked, “wait a minute, you called me big bro twice. Is it because of the money?” Sophia was a little nervous because she had been caught. She didn’t want her kid brother to be upset and begin investigating the price so she addressed him as such. “Of course. You deserve the respect of a customer now, pay up,” she insisted while trying to suppress her increasing anxiety. Anderson chuckled and transferred the money into the Crowns fashion account. “Done.” Sophia smiled, her heartbeat returning to normal. It was great doing business with her kid brother, even if she had to sell her birthright for it. “Than