Torn Between The Carter Brothers Novels & Stories

Carter sighed again, as if considering whether or not to open up to me and fortunately, he chose to trust me. "I know I may not look like it but I love my brother, Xavier. He's my favorite out of all my siblings because we've been through a lot together." Carter ran his hand on his face to gather himself, "And the fact that he's not by my side at this point that I need him is frustrating. Knowing that we're on the verge of tearing apart, breaks me," I felt saddened for Carter after he had opened up his heart to me. I perfectly understood him. Nothing was more hurtful than wanting someone who's not around.

TARA'S POV No. No, it couldn't be him, right? I pressed closer to the crack in the door, trying to see, but they were positioned just out of my line of sight in the living room. "You have responsibilities to this family too," the brother continued. "I’ve always been there for her while you were off trying to revive the construction company. Why can I have this break?” There was a loud thud that made me flinch, followed by Jeremiah’s growl. "You know why I had to fucking do that! And we had a deal but you broke it, why?”

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

Arthur clenched his fist because he didn't know what to do. It all happened, and they did not know what would happen to their cousin. “I’m not certain! It’s a mess! Aish!” Arthur had only messed up his hair. “How come brother Carter is still calm?” They turned to look at Carter, who was still sitting and speaking with the other guests. “Damn it!” Arthur leaned back in his chair, although they wanted to accompany the twins to the hospital, but couldn’t because it would jeopardize their entire plan. “SANDER, did you notice who did it?!?”

Chloe I pulled my car in front of Carter Industries, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white. For the first time in my life, I was making a decision that didn't bear Nathan's name. A decision that would alter my existence. I had stood by him for decades, defending him, believing in him—no matter how many times I'd witnessed the devil in his eyes. Because he was my brother. Because I thought he was invincible. But I had been wrong.

“You lost that right when you betrayed me!” “Oh please,” Lucien rolled his eyes. “Betrayal? Is that what this is about? Should we really talk about betrayal uh, you’ve always been so dramatic.” “Stop twisting everything!” Callan shouted. “You took something from me.” Hazel looked between the two of them. “What exactly happened between you two?” Lucien smirked. “Want to tell her, brother? Or should I?” Callan clenched his fists. “Don’t.” Hazel stepped between them. “Enough! Both of you. I can’t take this anymore.”

But no one knows what to do with me. I’m torn. One moment, I’m thinking about Damian, about the sorrow of his rejection and the relationship we shared. The next, I’m thinking about Xander, the mysterious, deadly man who stepped in when no one else would. “Why is this happening to me?” I grumble under my breath, pacing back and forth outside my cabin. My hands are shaking, my mind racing with questions I don’t have answers to. I’ve always been the weakest one, the one everyone neglected. And now, I’m in the thick of this disaster, caught between two powerful men who may destroy each other if this goes any further.

I thought he was talking about business, about the markets, about anything but what now seemed so obvious. Then came the night of the opening of Elena's second office in the East Side. I had seen him in the parking lot, leaning against a car that cost more than my first house… a sleek black beast that screamed new money and dangerous ambition. He'd looked at me, a wolf in a designer suit, and said those words that had haunted my dreams ever since: "You've had your fun, brother." Brother. The word had always been a mockery, a reminder of the family connection we both despised.

“Still considering it." She chuckles and drops into the seat beside me. The cold can presses against my palm, but I don't open it. I just stare at it blankly. She nudges my shoulders lightly. “He's going to be okay.” I swallow hard and look away. “He got shot, Sandra.” “And he will survive it,” she replies. I finally look at her, tears blurring my eyes. "Are you sure?” She lets out a light chuckle. “Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.”

She simply stared at the screen as if waiting for Anny to burst out laughing and declare it all an elaborate joke. "You..." Morgan's voice emerged as a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Are you pranking me right now?" "I am not." Anny shook her head emphatically. "I... I wouldn't prank you over something like this. You know that." "Wait a minute. Let me understand." Morgan held up both hands as if trying to physically grasp the information Anny had just hurled at her. "The Carter brothers. Adriano and Michele. Both of them. At the same time. Together." The words tumbled out in a jumbled, disbelieving rush.