The Heiress Spoiled By Four Brothers And One Devilish Ceo Novels & Stories

My brother, Ethan Stone, was the billionaire CEO of a multinational empire, the so-called devil of Avensville's business world. And right now, he was wearing pink rubber gloves, holding a filthy plastic bucket with two blackened rags floating inside. His face, usually as cold and unmoving as ice, was now as dark as a stormy cloud. The one responsible, the influencer claiming to be the Stone heiress, was smiling brightly at the camera like she was having the time of her life.

“Just not in the way that matters to men like him.” Aliyah turned away from the portrait. She wanted to scream. Instead, she asked, “What does he do all day?” “He runs Perez Holdings. Oil, tech, real estate. Very powerful. Very secretive. He doesn’t let people get close.” Aliyah scoffed. “Except when he needs an heir.” That night, the fire crackled in her room, but it did nothing to warm her. She sat curled on the velvet couch, her hands around a cup of tea she didn’t drink. Her thoughts spun dark and fast.

"She's having an affair." "More than that. She's using him." He pulled up financial records that I had no idea how he obtained. "Victoria's family money isn't what it used to be. Her father's investment firm is losing cash. But Castellano has been funneling money through various shell companies that all lead back to the Hale family accounts." I studied the documents, my mind racing. "She's embezzling from him?" "She's using Marcus's engagement to secure her financial future while also hedging her bets with Castellano. If the marriage falls through, she still has a backup plan."

A man in a flashy, sequined suit stood there. He swirled the champagne in his glass, his posture reeking of arrogance. Before I could even speak, the auctioneer brought the gavel down. "Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Brian Vance on winning the 'Siren's Cove Estate'!" I frowned, a flicker of anger rising within me. "The bidding wasn't over." "That's against the rules." Brian sneered. He looked me up and down, his eyes filled with contempt. "The rules?" He curled his lip. "Listen up. I'm Everly Sinclair's favorite stepbrother. In Veridian City, what I say goes."

She scoffed and sneered, "What's going on? Are you pretending to be stupid so you can get out of paying us, Millie? Didn't you call Mom earlier to tattle on us? Why are you claiming that you're not Millie right now?" A vein pulsed in Brandon's forehead. His fury only intensified when he saw the astronomical compensation fee that was recorded in Sienna's ledger. "You're really something else, Millie Jensen. How dare you spend so much of the Jensen family's fortune in the last few years? Mom and Dad have really spoiled you rotten. Have you really deluded yourself into believing that you're the heiress of a prestigious family?" Brandon lunged at me and grabbed a fistful of my collar before I co

I walked over to the dining table and picked some berries into my mouth before heading out into the living room. I turned on the TV, hoping for some distraction, something to take my mind off the nightmare I was living. The news was on, and the headline caught my attention immediately. Manor Family Business Hits Jackpot: Stocks Skyrocket. The words felt like a punch to the gut. While my world was falling apart, Ellen and her father were thriving. The cruel irony was almost too much to bear. I stared at the screen, numb with disbelief and anger. They abducted my kids, demanded I relinquish my rights as a true Manor, yet they are feeding off people’s investments like the pigs that they were.

I was taken aback, ready to clear the air, but my brother cut in, "Oh, she doesn't stay with us. She'll head to a hotel after dropping us off." Her face softened at that, and I bit back my unease, wondering what my brother was playing at. He leaned in, whispering like he was sharing a state secret, "Sis, don't stir up any drama. My girl is the Cromwell Group CEO's daughter!" I felt a jolt. The Cromwell Group? Was that not the company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement? In the car, my mind was a whirlwind of doubts and questions, trying to piece together the truth.

I winced, moving quietly, hoping to hell they wouldn’t notice me. “Beatrice!” My mom’s voice startled me. She was holding a half-empty bottle in one hand, her words slurring. “You’re home early. No club activities today?” My father eyed me from behind her, both his hands folded. He was British while my mother was South African. They’d met under some sort of ‘love at first sight’ scenario but that couldn't save their marriage. They always argued and some nights, Dad wouldn’t come home. On nights like those, my mum would drown her frustration in alcohol.

Immediately, I quickly unlocked my phone and began to scroll through the file, my heart pounding. As I scrolled through the file, my eyes widened in horror. My law firm was on the verge of collapsing. Ethan had secretly transferred a huge amount of money from the firm, leaving us owing to several shareholders. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "Damn it!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with rage. "What the hell is this?" Ethan's actions were beyond despicable. Even the devil himself had more conscience than Ethan. I couldn't believe that this was how Ethan had chosen to repay me for everything I'd done for him. I had supported him, stood by him, and helped him build his career.

“#CorporateManipulation #ReidIndustriesIs the former heiress who is now an armchair CEO truly qualified for this position?" Spyware controversy? It sounds like a cover-up by the family. I would not put my confidence in her. I felt a knot in my gut. I was praised as the lady who rescued Reid Industries only twenty-four hours earlier, but now everyone had nasty opinions about me. I pushed my wet hair away from my face and sat up. Although the aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen should have been reassuring, it instead served to highlight the difference between the peaceful triumph of last night and the unrelenting attention of today.