Spoiled By My Three Tycoon Brothers Novels & Stories

“You’re my wife, and I don’t think it’s a bad idea to have kids with you. “Darling, why don’t we have kids together?” I replied shyly, “If you’d like…” He tapped my nose and said softly, “Call me John.” “John.” Later on, we settled abroad together. In the third year of living abroad, my father died after suffering from depression for years. After that, Jonathan agreed to let my mother stay with us for the rest of her life. I learned from my mother that William broke his limbs in a freak accident after he got drunk and was bedridden for three months before he could walk again. However, his limbs no longer functioned fully, and he became much gloomier than before.

“One…once upon a time, I stole his lunch. Not figuratively, literally. The old man used to eat this fancy imported salmon, and I was starving. A man’s gotta survive.” I rolled my eyes. “That has to be the most untrue shit you’ve ever said.” He shrugged. “Yeah. Second…” He held up another finger. “I’m a walking reminder of his shitty choices. Every time he sees me, he’s reminded that his empire is one bad decision away from collapse.” “That’s generous of you,” I muttered. “And third, his brother loves me. Everyone loves me.” He grinned smugly. “I’m adorable. He can’t stand it.”

“He knew enough to keep it buried. That’s worse.” I turned to look at him. His jaw was set so hard I could see the muscle jump. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked… young. Not the untouchable CEO. Not the ruthless billionaire. Just a man who’d been lied to by the two people who were supposed to protect him from exactly this kind of wreckage. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. He glanced at me, surprised. “For what?” “For being the bomb that just went off in your family.” I said.

smile. ​Seeing him now, with eyes like pits of oily tar and a smirk that held nothing but malice, felt like a physical punch to the stomach. She felt a sickening wave of foolishness. She had prided herself on being a survivor of the Ashwood Pack, yet she had been so blinded by the comfort of her brothers' protection that she hadn't sensed the rot standing right beside her. She had let a spy into her inner sanctum simply because her brothers had vouched for him.

See the tension in his shoulders. "Emily is really excited. Dora, too I think. Emily says she is nervous about the change but happy her mom is happy." Richard smiled. "I hope you are being nice to Dora. I know this is weird for both of you. Becoming siblings overnight." Siblings. The word made my stomach turn. We were not siblings. We would never be siblings. Not after what we had done. Not after the way he made me feel. "I am being nice," Nate said and it was technically true. Nice was not the word I would use but he was not being mean. He was being something else entirely. Something dangerous.

“Then why isn't he here right now? Why did he let them drag him out without throwing a single punch? He screamed your name, sure. It still doesn’t mean shit Chelsea. He didn't fight and will NEVER fight for you.” My hands shook so badly I had to grip the table behind me. Nadia leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice silk over broken glass. “You know what the best part is? I'm going to marry his brother. Did you know that? Victoria's mother arranged it months ago. I'll live in the house you're being thrown out of. I'll sleep in the same bed with him. He fuck md till my eyes roll out backwards and every morning, I'll wake up and thank God I'm not you.”

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.

My brother Marcus said before he lifted his arm and gently nudged me with his elbow. I took his cue and curled my fingers to his proffered arm. On my other side, so that they were now flanking me, Flint did the same. We walked toward the car, a red BMW. “This is yours,” Marcus told me before he helped me inside. Ensconced with my two brothers in the backseat of the BMW, I heard the synchronized opening and closing of doors. It was the sound of affluence. “From now on, you will leave like a pampered queen. We will make up for the lost years, Briana.” Marcus promised and winked at me.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

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