Novel & Cerita The Great Villain Senior Brother

The Elders had arrived. The tallest one, a man named Elder Vane, walked up the center aisle. He had a long white beard and eyes that looked like they had seen a thousand years of blood. He stopped in front of me and the Head Master. "There is a report of a broken law," Vane said, his voice echoing in the high ceiling. "A claim of a female in the ranks. Where is the student?" "He’s gone, Elder," the Head Master squeaked. Vane looked at me. He didn't look at Caspian. He knew who the real power in the room was. "Killian Blackwood. You were his lead instructor. You were his protector. Where is the boy?"

Heir to The Castellane Estates — centuries-old dynasty of vineyards, villas, and heritage lands, now reborn as a symbol of timeless luxury. And finally, Bruno’s elder brother — the one he despised and envied so much. “I don’t think that's any of your business, Mr. Castellane.” My voice hardened. “And besides, what’s a man like you doing at a cheap nightclub like this? Run out of money?” My glare intensified. “Or do you have a death wish?” Adrian snorted. Amusement gleamed in his dark eyes. He took me in — my appearance, everything.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

After learning he had escaped, I was so angry that I drove home overnight to make him turn himself in and explain. The victim was an elderly man in his 80s with no children. He was extremely pitiful as he relied on collecting recyclables to make a living. However, my mother slapped my face. "He's an old geezer who doesn't have many years left. Your brother is doing society a good deed by robbing him. Ian's now going to prison. As his older brother, how can you just sit by and do nothing? Take his place." I almost could not believe my ears. "Mom, this is jail. My whole life is going to be ruined! He's your child, and I'm not?"

His words landed like shards of glass. Alexander Westwood. The eldest son. Disciplined, ruthless, calculated. A man who commanded boardrooms with a single look and never wasted words he didn’t mean. Where Ethan was warmth and fire, Alexander was shadow and steel. The one who looked at me as though I were an inconvenience he had to endure. He wasn’t just cold. He was winter itself. And now he was waiting at the altar. “I need a moment,” I whispered hoarsely. Richard gave a curt nod and left.

I spent the whole weekend in New York drinking alone. I was surprised, depressed and lost, after knowing Fai and Damian are brothers. I feel like there's no way to turn back and start from the beginning again. All my plans fell apart. I can say Damian is a good man and I am sure he won’t go back to me when he knows I am with his brother, Fai. Now, I don’t know what I should do? End my game with Fai and pursue Damian or continue the plan since I need more information about Damian, Anna and others.

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.”

he growled and then returned to his pacing. If he doesn't move he was afraid he might strangle his brother. Despite how much killing his brother will satisfy him he couldn't bear hurting his father who loves the imbecile so much. His brother has always been frivolous and careless with his acts, but of all the stupid things he has done in the past, this one takes the cake. His brother had been so stupid and gullible that he fell into the hands of scammers costing the company billions of dollars that they are struggling to recover from, placing them on the verge of collapse.

Dante muttered, answering his own question. Just then, his uncle Adrian Vallenis walked down the stairs, drawn by the yelling. “You asked me to let the Deca Familia handle it, but guess what? Two weeks later, they did nothing but call the murder of my brother self-defense,” Dante snarled at his father. “You dare raise your voice at me?” Don Vallerio asked, brows drawn together, surprise mixed with anger etched on his face. He gritted his teeth, his arm flying up again, but Adrian stepped in between them.

“You never truly did know who your brother was, did you?” “What are you talking about?” “The proverb “Curiosity killed the cat” comes to mind here Don Valentino. Your inquisitiveness will kill your beloved's, little sister.” My captor laughs with delight, making him sound like a complete sociopath. “Don't you lay a finger on her head, or I swear to the almighty Gods I will-" “You will what, Don Valentino? Plead for her life, swap places with her?” “When I find you, I am going to freeze you alive, then I'll put your body through a wood chipper and-”