Third Property Brother Novels & Stories

She was using him to provoke Julian, but had she gone too far? Adeline quickly brewed the tea. She didn't miss the way Julian’s face twisted with annoyance at the display. "How long do you plan on staying here?" Julian asked his brother. "The house is being renovated. Probably another month. Do you have an issue with your brother staying here?" Julian didn't answer. Axel owned his own estate, the home he had shared with his first wife. However, with the renovations underway, he had told Adeline they would be living under the same roof as his mother and her former fiancé.

I nodded my head and raise up my hand to swear to him that I'll be fine and won't cause him trouble. Although the villa is huge. It's not gigantic enough for the two of us not to find each other once this party is over. Seconds after we entered the villa. Girls flocks at my brother as if they are pigeons and my brother is the tastiest worm that they have seen on their entire life.

I walked toward him, standing to look out the window. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? I do think that he is ready for it this time, but I thought that last time. So, I don’t think my judgement is all that great.” He laughed, turning to look at dad who was still nursing his drink. “Are you flying in early?” I chuckled to myself. My brother was always quite insightful. “Yes. I leave tomorrow morning.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing me closely. “And how is Amalia doing?”

His stepbrother. Back then, his father had fathered a child with one of his mistresses and brought the same child back for his mother to take care of. His father never hid his favoritism toward his illegitimate son. When their father died ten years ago, he had left all the properties, including the Anderson Group, to his illegitimate son. But his mother was smart enough to bribe the lawyer to change the will in his favor, leaving his stepbrother with nothing. But recently, his stepbrother had come back as a CEO of a new company.

She was entirely isolated in a gated estate with three men who clearly thought they were above the law. “What is wrong with you two? You’re terrifying her.” The third voice cut through the suffocating tension like a breath of fresh air. It came from the staircase. The triplet who had been glued to his phone finally sighed, locking his screen and sliding it into his pocket. He stood up straight, and despite the panic clawing at her throat, Spirit couldn’t help but briefly admire his beauty. While Charles was an imposing, aggressive storm, and the brother on the couch was a walking nightmare, this third brother has this calm aura.

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

Ingrid Ferguson finally left the jewelry store in shame and anger. Yvette hurriedly took the card over and looked at it left and right. She said in surprise, “How did you get this card?” Nicole pursed her lips and said, “My third brother gave it to me on my 18th birthday. He told me to bring it wherever I go. I didn’t expect it to come in handy!” “Why didn’t God give me a ‘Third Brother’?” Yvette held her forehead in envy and jealousy.

"Answer however you want." Sheila pondered for a moment: "I'm just an assistant. Don't misunderstand." Caroline sent a mischievous grin emoji: "Impossible! Third Brother treats you completely differently from other girls. I definitely won't be wrong. Don't lie to me!" Sheila was curious. "How is it different?" Caroline: "Lots of ways! The most obvious is his eyes. He's always staring at you, like a wife-obsessed maniac!!" "But I love it! You're exactly what I picture my Third Sister-in-law to be like!"

Now I'm standing here like an idiot, waiting for Marcus to show up, because apparently I'm incapable of planning ahead. Why didn't I just drive myself? Right. Because Nina said she'd buy me coffee if I rode with her. And I am weak for free caffeine. So here I am. Waiting. And Marcus is probably balls deep in some blonde right now. I don't mean that as an insult. I mean it as a fact. My brother is a man whore. Always has been. Always will be. He dates women the way other people change socks, frequently and without much thought. Another reason Nina can't stand him. She calls him "emotionally constipated." I call him predictable.

he said, sounding confused. "It's not for me; it's for my younger brother, Anthony. If you could stop by to discuss what I need to know about his divorce from that woman, I want to make sure she doesn't get anything from our family," I stated forcefully, and after ending the call, I tried to focus on the documents and files in front of me. I lost myself in everything on my desk, not even thinking about lunch until Andres patted my shoulder to say it was time. Even yet, since he isn't my biological father, I couldn't picture myself calling him dad.