What Happened To The Crude Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was also a picture taken, it was inevitable that Nicolas and Calista were together in the same photo with Baby Reid. In the middle of the celebration, Nicolas and Lucas drank more and more, they almost took advantage of the opportunity to bond as siblings, as well as Orvin and Kevin, who happily talked while drinking whiskey. Calista said goodbye to Reign for a moment to use the room because she was about to change her clothes. The weather is getting colder, she knows she is vulnerable to the cold so she needs to change into long sleeves and pants. While Calista was going up, Nicolas noticed her. Nicolas couldn't stop himself and followed Calista upstairs.

“She did something. This can't just be like that… no. It's not. Chloe cannot. This is Debbie.” At that moment, I just wanted to move and go fetch Debbie in the one place I knew she would be, my brothers’ house. That place had turned into a refugee camp for my wife. I knew she had been there, hiding behind those three bastards. Rain, River, and Rex. The brothers who had appeared out of nowhere to claim my inheritance. I hated them. At that moment, I wanted to storm there and drag Debbie until she told me what she did to Chloe. But… I remembered the last time I had stepped into their territory. The last thing that happened that almost left me humiliated for life.

"I was wrong! I was so wrong!" I watched him calmly. Ten years. I thought I would feel more seeing him again. Anger, pain, maybe even relief. But I felt nothing. He was a stranger to me now. "My father stripped me of my birthright!" he continued to sob. "My wolf soul was weakened as punishment! I have nothing now! It's all because of that cold-hearted old bastard! He only cares about profit, not blood! And even then, without your father's support, our pack fell..."

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

Damien It has been a rough couple of weeks. The most important thing was for me to stay alive for the legacy I was meant to uphold, for my brother and father. Nothing more, I have had a series of death threats coming from someone as low as Nathan. That was what he liked, attention given to him to spark all kinds of havoc.

Adrian wrote that I was the first person who'd ever been kind to him. As for how they ended up on the wrong side of the law—their orphanage director and all their childhood friends were kidnapped. The brothers grew up in that orphanage. Those people were their family, their everything. To save them, they had no choice but to make a deal with criminals. The director and the others were released. But the brothers crossed a line they could never uncross. It ruined their lives. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. Their lives had been so cruel. If things had been different, could we have grown old together?

I didn't even glance at them. You had the nerve to cross me — now you'll pay the price. Whatever they valued most, I'd destroy it. I had someone bring over the contracts I'd originally drafted to give Celeste and tore them to shreds. "As of right now, the Sterling family is cutting all ties with the Davenports. Every contract, every deal — done. And you're blacklisted." The announcement sent shockwaves through the room. Gerald and Margaret dropped to their knees at my feet, begging frantically, but I simply made a phone call to the police.

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

“Oh, sweet girl. You’re going to get yourself killed.” I didn’t blink. “Let me worry about that.” He stood slowly. “Fine. Try. But if you fail, you don’t get a second chance.” --- **CHRIS'S POV** I got the call while sharpening my blade. Three of my men—Aiden, Marcus, and Logan—were gone. Found butchered in the clearing. Not torn up by rogues, but killed with precision. Alpha-style. Ronan. The name burned in my throat. I shattered the blade across the wall.

I watched, on the brink of a breakdown, as my corpse was critiqued by strangers passing by. Seeing my parents escort Julian during his grand entrance made me want to charge over and shout at them in fury. Was I really their son? Why did they have to use one son's death to pave the way for the glory of another? Tears filled my eyes as I watched my parents and Julian weave through the crowd, basking in the glory that had been built upon my life.