What Happened To The Crude Brothers Novels & Stories

My brother, Alder Moore, inquired, "Willow, the wedding's about to start. Why did that dickhead leave?" My heart trembled upon hearing his familiar voice, and I instinctively dashed to him, embracing him tightly. In my last life, my brother, who wanted to help drive Cassius—the eldest scion of the Wrights and my initial fiancé—away, chose to fully support Miles in the fight for Wright Group's inheritance. But Miles orchestrated a car accident and caused my brother to suffer a broken leg. Later, he became deeply traumatized by our parents' passing and eventually had a mental breakdown. My brother had been the most promising scion in Dorei. Yet, he was sent to the mental asylum to be tormented

"Tell me about your brother. Is he still in Chicago?" "He sure is. My grandparents were immigrants from Italy in the thirties and my grandfather worked hard to build himself up as a businessman in Chicago. They opened loads of restaurants, but through a few too many hardships, they turned to a different string of businesses. My mom and dad had eleven of us. I'm in the middle somewhere. My older brother, D, is still there and my sister helps him with some of the businesses around. A few of my other siblings are involved, but I honestly needed a fresh start. I was always finding trouble and getting into the worst fucking situations ever. My brother asked me seven years ago after another long s

Lyla’s POV “So,” Christain sipped his drink. “I'm feeling generous. Talk to me,” he nodded towards Daniel. Daniel cleared his throat. “My brother was killed a few months ago. The Russo's were seeking partnership with us, recently we had been suffering losses, due to the presence of the Draghi brothers. But they killed him that day, and his insolent wife followed them.” I gritted my teeth. “Oh,” Christian chuckled. “You mean this wife?”

"Nothing happened." Nothing happened. Just twenty minutes ago, I agreed to strip for money. Ten minutes ago, I found out my girlfriend had been playing me for a fool. And now I was standing on a wet street with my stepbrother, injured and bleeding, while the city went on around me like I didn't exist. Why the fuck does my life have to be this way? Why can't it just go normal like everyone else's? "I need to go home," I said. "I will take you home. Just let me know the location." He nodded at his car, parked a few feet away from us but closer to the bar. The black Mercedes shone under the streetlight.

Never have I seen him so angry and murderous as he was that night. "I swear to you, Henry , I didn't know what happened." That was my only feeble defense. My only explanation was that he never listened. Truly, I didn't know how or what happened. I recalled that I visited Henry just as always one wet night. The massive gate was opened for me by Gavi, Henry 's younger brother.

“Just saying… now they won’t even look at me. It’s going to be so awkward when we go back home.” “You saved us. I feel like I should contribute something that could make them hate you less for choosing our side, but at the same time, I feel like I’m going to make everything worse.” Tristan stood up and dusted off his luxurious clothes before pointing in a direction. “The brothers were last seen in the lake. Aron is in his chambers, resting. Do what you want with that information.” “That way is the lake?” Lei stood up, too, ready to visit the upset siblings.

Flashlights went off in different directions, but I walked unfazed to the podium where I grabbed the microphone and began to talk. “Thank you all for being here today,” I started and everywhere quietened, “it is quite unfortunate that I have to do this just a few days after my father's death and funeral, but certain things can't be pushed back because of the people lurking in the corners, ready to pounce when you least expect it.” “Are you referring to your half-brother and your ex-wife?” “You reporters pick up on anything and try to make a story out of it,” I paused, waiting for them to realize I just answered the question. When one person figured it out, I cleared my throat. “No questions

T hey understood exactly what it meant. People in their business knew there was nothing worse than betrayal and any traitors should be disposed as soon as possible. Yet it didn’t change the fact that one important man in their circle was dead. “I’m sorry for your loss, Brahm. I knew you and Vasco used to be good friends, but I know you have a son and you would do the same thing if anyone threaten your son. Same with Underground Wolf. I have a younger brother and a whole family in the organization to protect. I can’t die yet.” He explained.

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.