Third Property Brother Novels & Stories

"Grace goes back to Mason. Tomorrow." "And if I say no?" "Then I make one phone call and your company is finished." Aiden stared at him. "You'd really do that." "Don't test me." Richard's voice was ice. "Mason is the heir. Not you. Everything is built for him. Not you. Do you understand?" "Yeah. I understand." "Good. Because I'm tired of watching you play house with your brother's wife." "I'm not playing house. I'm helping her."

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

"These last three years have been torture." I dropped the bandage I was holding. "So?" "So, I'm asking you, if you'd give me a chance..." "A chance?" I burst out laughing, a sound that made him flinch. "Marco Blackwood, are you joking?" He stared at me, stunned. "You've loved me from day one?" I stood up, looking down at him. "Then tell me, if you loved me so much, why did you stand by and watch your brother play me for a fool?"

Three years of different lives and different places and different everything, and our hands had grown into the same shape anyway. Kasey withdrew his hand and straightened. "His features match ours with a statistical precision that rules out coincidence entirely," he said. His voice was very quiet, measured for the room and for the sleeping child and for the adults standing behind us. "He is not a relative. He is a sibling. Specifically a triplet." "I know," I said. "The timeline is consistent. He is the same age as us. The physical markers are identical across all three. The probability of this occurring between non-siblings is effectively zero."

ALPHA CHRISTOPHER I re-entered the Royal Blood Moon territory with permission as I was meeting with at least 2 out of the 3 Mason Alphas. I must find out exactly why the 3rd brother won't be there. I head into the packhouse making my way to the Alpha office. As I enter, I smile as I bump into James. This now gives me the greatest opportunity to find out more information about what happened with my brother. He looks at me in surprise.

"It feels like four weeks to me," she grumbles. So, the stranger behind me is their brother? That's right; there are three of them. I faintly recall my mother speaking of them. How'd I forget there's a third. "Okay brother, I solemnly swear not to touch your precious mate unless she wishes too," I could practically feel the smirk in his words, and listening to him speak so… mischievously I feel compelled to look at him. His personality seems to be the exact opposite of Jaxson.

"You sound like you enjoyed that more than actually running the company." "I did." No hesitation and somehow that answer made more sense than anything else. Because Ethan never seemed interested in attention. "So why give the company to Evan?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, for the first time, Ethan became completely silent. "Because he's my brother." The answer sounded simple and Natasha frowned. "That's it?" "No... I thought he wanted it more than I did." The words were quiet. "I thought if I built the foundation....he could build the rest."

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

I questioned as he left no response for a while before turning his gaze to meet mine. "Yeah, so what?" He said. "What are you saying, Adrian? The properties haven't been fixed yet, nor have they been transferred. So, as far as I can say, you have no right to organize such things, and mostly without my say in it, Adrian." I uttered, but I watched him chuckle slightly, his lips curling into a sly grin. "Your say?" he remarked. "To hell with that, dear brother. About the property transfer stuff, I would like to remind you what condition was written in our father's will." He said, his words sprung up a reminder.

Yeah, hopefully, that is all I do to him, I muse before giving him a quick hug scurrying back down the stairs. "Zayne just arrived, get him to help you," he shouts after me. Zayne is my new stepbrother, who I hope is super ugly. I haven't met him in the last three months because he was spending the semester in Europe– the lifestyle of the rich, I scoff. I had been poor before, and while we're now comfortable since Mom's dental practice had been doing well, Charles was clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich but quite close.