Torn Between The Carter Brothers Novels & Stories

He added and left the card on the table before walking out of the house. I sat in silence and heard the loud roar of his sportscar leave. I looked at the card across from me and stood up, I shook my head and ascended the stairs and went to my room. The last person I could involve myself with was Ridley, another Stetson. He obviously only wanted to get to his brother, steal his position and prove that he was better. Ridley had not even said what he needed of me, for all I knew he could require me to do something criminally incriminating. The public already favoured Ashton over him, including the board of directors because Ridley had an air of being carefree around him. Despite everything that

Carter looked back. They had spent twenty-four years in the same family, the same damage, the same father, the same architecture of a childhood that had taught them both to need control and had simply given them different methods of achieving it. Carter through management and structure. Cameron through the calculated kindness that positioned him as the safe one, the good one, the brother without ambition, who turned out to have ambitions that were just quieter and aimed differently. They had both been their father's sons. They were both trying, in their different ways, not to be.

Sure enough, I found another interesting search. ​“Three siblings?” I muttered out loud. ​The Carter family had three children. ​I frowned upon realizing that it was starting to get more complicated—and interesting. ​There wasn't a single article on the third sibling. I couldn't find a single image of him even when I did a reverse image search. ​Someone did a clean job hiding the identity of the third sibling. I couldn't help but wonder if he was dead. ​Something was definitely fishy, and I knew all my suspicions were pointing to Williams.

I scrolled further, reading aloud in a dramatic newscaster voice. "’During this period, Logan Carrington, accomplished attorney and younger brother to Jamie, will oversee operations...’ Blah blah, impressive credentials, yadda yadda." I paused on an accompanying photo: a younger Logan, sharp suit, shark smile, standing beside a shiny luxury car on a dealership lot. That was the fact, the one who’d taken over the family empire right around when Carla started needing legal help. The one who, based on everything we’d pieced together, might’ve ensured her half-brothers never threatened her inheritance again.

The Smiths again! It seemed that the Smith family was very ambitious to control the wealth and power of the Carter family. Jace wouldn't let this happen. He and his two brothers tried to reduce the Smith family's power in the Carter family's company. They were looking for a way to take back the shares bought by the Smith family.

My mother and I were the last to leave the boardroom. "You did well. But you've got to do much better, son. You know your brother..." she says but I cut her off before she could complete her statement. "I know. Rollins can't be here. And I've got to fill in his shoes and try to be good at this business just my like big brother. I get it, honestly. I do mum. You don't have to keep reminding me all the time. " With that, I left the room, angry.

For a moment it seemed I had seen them but didn’t pay much attention to it, I needed to get the hell out of here. Trey walked towards us with a blank expression but a burning gaze as he faced his brother. “Don’t act up in front of our sister.” He held Dorian’s wrist tight, trying to lower the gun but Dorian remained unmovable. “Sister?” Dorian frowned. “Since when did we have a sister?” Trey rolled his eyes. “Well dad finally found true love and the woman has a daughter.” I guess this was new info to him although he didn’t show it on his face, he moved away slapping his brother’s arm away and turned to me. “Don’t you ever come in here or touch my stuff, otherwise bullets will end up in you.”

We both looked up at the door to see Abran standing in the opening. “I was just leaving Abran. I merely came to offer Amelia an offer after you so thoughtlessly destroyed her life yet again” “I have killed one of your masters Carlow, don’t make me kill you too” “Your threats are empty Abran, but if you would move out of the way of the exit, I will leave” Abran stepped backwards allowing just enough room for Carlow to slip past. His eyes turned towards me as we heard him leave. “Amelia, please”

It wasn't mine, it was the assignment of my worst nemesis in school. Damien Carter. I wasn't always his errand boy at first . I was practically invisible in school but that was until I bumped into him, he had called me a fairy mockingly. I knew I wasn't like other boys who had manly body structure, I was always lean at the start, but I hated it when people used it against me and Damien just had to provoke me. Baring my fangs at him wasn't the right thing to do though, especially when he was a spoiled rich brat who was practically untouchable in school.

He savored the look of terror on her face before he pulled it out. “Now I have to look for someone else" he murmured as he cleaned his hands. He couldn't keep her alive - she would reveal the merge and the whole pack would know. He couldn't have that. Not when the story was already forming. The brothers were in dispute. Lucian challenged Cassian and Dorian was in-between. It brought about the death of one brother. One ghastly injured that later died. Caden had built the scene up to potray just that. He smiled to himself. Being in control was so maddening.