Novel & Cerita Trading My Ex For His Brother

I was going to be sacrificing my whole life and I had to make sure I would be well compensated for it. “What would I be getting out of the deal, Don Alessandro?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “You’re asking me to give you all of me, I need to be properly compensated.” “You’ll get your brother back in one piece and on top of that, you’ll get to keep the Alessia Cartel ring.” Don Alessandro proposed. Three days ago, I would’ve gleefully accepted the terms of this proposal but not anymore. My father had sidelined me for Miguel and I was left with nothing.

"I am not going anywhere until this matter is resolved. My brother is alive and yet you say he's dead." "The only reason I was able to acquire the company is because your brother was dead and has willingly given up his rights and all the shares to be auctioned. I had an upper hand due to the email. Nothing big or elaborate." "It's like you are not understanding what is happening." I practically screamed at him. "All this information is not true, we both have two different versions of the story but the problem is still the same. You took away our company." "I legally bought it."

With trembling hands, he closed the folder and held it to the side of his head. "What does it mean, Mother?" Receiving an unexpected response, Mrs. Smith's smile faded. "Why do you sound mad? Shouldn't you be happy that your brother paid for the loss he caused?" Unexpectedly, Edward slammed the files onto the floor. His mother spontaneously flinched and screamed, "Ed?" "I've had enough, Mother. I've had enough! All my life, I've always got what was Adam’s. His ex-lover, his ex-wife, job title, company, and now ... I have to accept the capital from him?"

I said, “But, I guess this time you made a wrong pick because if you don’t give me my sister back, your business won't function as effectively as it was before and if you give her back, I`ll put a word for you out there. You`ll make more money.” “Who are you?” “Like I already said, I`m the notorious Mastermind. It`s unfortunate you never heard of me.” “Gentlemen, deal with this boy.” My phone rang, “Wait a minute, if I don’t answer this call, the Autocratic Family will trace the call and guess where it will take them?” “Did you just say the Autocratic Family?” I answered the call. “I have your sister with me. I`ll only trade her to you if you go take the backpack I forgot.” Said the caller,

"I was just about to head to the strip club, anyway." As I stalked away, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on. My brother, a man of good value, was willing to sacrifice his own mate for the sake of his ex-girlfriend's unborn child. Something didn't sit right with me, and I vowed to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

​My adrenaline, which had been winding down since the escrow release, surged back, sharp and cold. ​"Marcus Williamson," I repeated, walking toward the large strategy screen in the boardroom, which Damian had quickly populated with market data. "He’s my father's younger brother. Exiled from the family thirty years ago after he nearly bankrupted Williamson Defense with risky, unregulated investments. He was deemed too reckless and too greedy."

“You were trespassing on my property, you were not my responsibility, and I was wearing my new Zegna suit, first in its collection, I am sorry I didn’t want to ruin my outfit?” “You are fucking crazy.” “And I want to marry you.” I muttered casually and her eyes widened, shock evident in her beautiful honey brown eyes that makes me so thirsty. She shakes her head. “If you think you can’t do it, then tell them when we get back, that you are my little brother’s ex-girlfriend, and I will tell father you were the one who advised Thorne to follow his dreams.” I muttered and her eyes narrowed. “Now the little rascal has ran away from home, and won’t come back.”

I was doing up my shoulders when I felt his eyes on me. Not Julian’s but his brother’s. The oldest of the Rothschild siblings. Nathaniel Rothschild was perched on the second floor railing, watching me like I was an exotic object, set on display for his viewing pleasure; one he might just buy, if the bid was enticing enough.

I grabbed her by the arm with a force that allowed no retort and pulled her out of the passenger seat with a single yank, forcing her to stand on the gravel. Her heels sank into the white stones, making her stumble against my chest. My plan was simple, corporately cold, and perfectly executable: I wasn't going to let this bitch stand between Luke and me, but I wasn't going to let Richard lose his family’s money either. I was going to talk to the Triad council and propose a trade: Alessandra would marry Rusty. My younger brother had the same position, the same last name, and, above all, a desperate hunger for anything I discarded. Rusty would fuck this woman gladly as long as he got to keep o

This mother-son duo had no boundaries. Felix attempted to strike a bargain. "Mia, how about this? I won't pursue the matter of your brother hitting me, and you won't pursue my mom for pushing you. We'll call it even." "Who told you it was my brother who hit you?" Mia's tone remained indifferent. "I just found out it was my ex-husband who hit you, not my brother." Felix was taken aback. It really was Mia's ex-husband! Quickly, he tried to reason. "Mia, this is your family's business, let's just move on."