All My Four Brothers Loved Me
I, initially a fake heiress in the Goden family, returns to the Navis family. I faces various challenges, including conflicts with the real daughter of the Goden Elizebeth and my followers at school.
Later on,I discover my family is really reach, and my four brothers Mathew, Nill, and Daniel and even Sam from Goden family all loved me.
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Chapter 2
Not far away, a pleasant voice reached my ears.
I followed the sound.
There were two figures.
The one in the black suit with gold-rimmed glasses and a faint smile on his lips should be my eldest brother - I heard he's a top investment advisor and the most successful one among us all - Mathew Navis.
It was rumored that his werewolf abilities were tied to his financial acumen, allowing him to sense market trends like a predator sensing its prey.
The one in the white shirt, with cuffs buttoned meticulously must be my second brother - Nill Navis, an artist.
Among the werewolf community, his art was said to be influenced by his connection to the moon, each stroke carrying the essence of the lunar magic.
Both were incredibly handsome. The Navis family genes were truly remarkable!
I lifted the corners of my mouth.
In a sugary voice, I said, "Big brother, second brother."
"Big brother, second brother."
I was taken aback.
Why was there an echo?
I turned my head and met the gaze beside me. Huh?
Could this be my twin brother, the third in line -
Daniel Navis furrowed his brows and gave me another once-over. He sneered, "Bad luck."
After Daniel Navis spoke, he immediately turned around and walked towards Mathew Navis.
Well, I knew it wouldn't be easy to be recognized into the family.
I silently pulled my luggage, following at a respectful distance.
"Third brother." Mathew Navis still had that smile on his lips, and his gaze behind the glasses landed on Daniel Navis.
"Do you think it's appropriate to let your sister carry her luggage alone?"
Nill Navis, standing beside him, gave Daniel Navis a cool look but remained silent.
Daniel Navis's body stiffened slightly, and then he turned around, cursing under his breath.
He walked up to me and snarled, "Give it to me!"
That expression of his, well, it was like a robber's.
I looked at Mathew Navis, and he smiled at me, nodding.
His voice was gentle, "Welcome home, sister."
Next to him, Nill Navis also nodded at me, Alice.
I smiled in return, my voice sweet, "Thank you, big brother. Thank you, second brother."
"I'm the one who's helping you with the luggage," came a gritted voice beside me.
I nodded, still smiling sweetly and obediently, "Thank you, third brother."
Daniel Navis let out a cold snort.
He grabbed the handle of the luggage and attempted to hoist it onto his shoulder.
"Third brother, this is really heavy..."
"Hmph, a little girl's stuff, how could it possibly-"
In the next instant, Daniel Navis was thrown over the luggage as if it were a skilled wrestler. He landed with a resounding thud on the ground.
I pursed my lips gently. Seeing his grimacing expression, I said meekly, "I told you it was heavy..."
Daniel Navis was quick to get back up. "Are you crazy?Silver ingots?"
"Just... a girl's things..."
Daniel Navis, "..."
"Actually, if you can't carry it, you can roll it," I said after a moment of silence.
Seeing his expression turn even more sour, I added, "I meant the wheels."
A soft chuckle came from behind.
Mathew Navis patted my head gently.
"Don't mind him. Mom and Dad are waiting at home."
I nodded obediently and trotted along behind him.
The Navis family's residence was indeed in a remote area, with a self - built house standing tall.
Although the house was quite spacious, the gaudy tile decorations gave it a rather rustic look.
It was quite strange.
Elizabeth had previously endured a severe hurricane disaster, and David Goden had rushed to bring her back.
Now, looking at this house, it seemed to have been newly renovated.
Not far behind the self - built house was a cattle pen.
Presumably, the Navis family had raised cattle to put the three brothers through college.
I looked at my beautiful mother, my elegant and handsome eldest brother, my cool and delicate second brother, and my cool and good - looking third brother, and I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"Wooooo... my precious daughter!!!"
A tall figure rushed towards me like a bolt of lightning and began to wail loudly.
My father, with snot and tears streaming down his face, looked me up and down. After making sure I was safe and sound, he continued to sob.
"My precious daughter, you've suffered all these years!!! It was my fault for swapping you at birth. Waaaaah!!!"
I cleared my throat softly and tried to comfort him.
"Well, it wasn't exactly suffering..."
"Hmph."
Daniel Navis suddenly let out a contemptuous sneer.
"Of course it wasn't suffering. The Goden family raised her like a delicate little princess. She probably only came back when she was desperate."
My father was taken aback and looked at me. "My dear daughter... Do you really not want to come back?"
My mother's gaze also landed on me, filled with worry.
I shot Daniel Navis a glare. This guy, my twin brother, was truly a stumbling block on my path to being recognized by the family.
"No." I shook my head and replied truthfully. "Nowhere is better than home."
My father burst into tears again and was then dragged by my mother to the kitchen to cook.
I looked at my eldest brother, second brother, and third brother in front of me, and we all stared at each other in silence.
"Come on, you don't have to pretend in front of us."
Daniel Navis finally spoke up, slouching lazily in his chair and looking at me.
"Alice said before that you didn't want to come back and even drove her away. What's the deal? Did the Goden family abandon you, so you finally decided to come back?"
"Daniel Navis."
"This is the truth! This Alice Goden is just acting obedient! Can't you two see, big brother and second brother?"
"Third brother." I called out to remind him. "My name is Alice Navis."
"Hmph, don't think that you-"
"Daniel Navis."
Mathew Navis's gaze swept over.
"If you're so unhappy, you can get out."
Daniel Navis deflated completely.
I blinked and looked at Mathew Navis, realizing. This was my backer.
I gave a sweet smile. "Thank you, big brother."
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I spent three years playing the role of a submissive, small-town wife for Evertt Baker, trading my true identity for a quiet life in a Manhattan penthouse. I thought my devotion would be enough to build a real home, but I was just a placeholder in his grand design.
The illusion shattered at 2 AM when Evertt walked in smelling of Chanel No. 5-the signature scent of his mistress, Adda. Without a word of apology, he dropped divorce papers on the table, demanding I sign them immediately so he could finally be with the woman he truly loved.
He looked at me with pure disgust, flicking a five-million-dollar check toward me as if he were paying off an incompetent employee. He told me it was more money than anyone from my "trailer park" background would ever see and ordered me to hurry because Adda was waiting in the car downstairs. He didn't care that I had spent years nursing him through illness and tolerating his family's insults; he only cared about his own convenience.
The sheer arrogance of his payout and the blatant disrespect of bringing his mistress to our home was the final blow. I realized that the man I loved never actually saw me, only the submissive shadow I had forced myself to become.
I signed the papers with a fluid scrawl he didn't bother to check, then I fed his millions into the office shredder. I pulled a hidden, encrypted device from a kitchen drawer and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Brother," I said, my voice finally steady. "Come get me. The game is over."
Evertt thought he was discarding a penniless nobody, but he was about to find out that he had just declared war on the Stafford empire.
9.7
My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room.
Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose.
The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust.
He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life.
I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress.
The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight.
I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back.
8.1
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
9.2
Secret Heir
9.2
Selene Harts has spent her life surviving quietly. Orphaned by a tragic past and trapped in a city filled with memories rather than hope, she lives by one promise: Once I leave, I'm never coming back. Yet leaving has always felt more terrifying than staying.
Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from a fatal accident. Selene doesn't know his name, his wealth, or his power-only that he looked lost, broken, and human. Days later, after unexpectedly losing her job, she finds herself working for a private executive known only as Mr. Cole. What she doesn't know is that he is Austin Blake, a billionaire CEO hiding his identity and the dark sins of his family.
As Selene and Austin grow closer, their connection deepens into something fragile and dangerous. For the first time, Selene feels truly seen. For the first time, Austin is loved for who he is, not what he owns. But secrets never stay buried.
Selene's world shatters when she discovers Austin is engaged to another woman-Diana Rowe, a ruthless heiress driven by wealth and control. Heartbreak turns to betrayal when Selene learns Austin's family played a role in the destruction of her own family. Devastated, she walks away, determined to rebuild her life.
But Diana refuses to let her go.
Obsessed and manipulative, Diana turns Selene into a target. As Austin spirals into guilt and self-destruction, his grandmother warns him that Diana is far more dangerous than she appears. When Austin finally fights for Selene, tragedy strikes, forcing Selene to confront the truth of her feelings.
Kidnapping, betrayal, and a gunshot shatter the illusion of safety, pushing Selene and Austin to flee and start anew. Yet distance cannot erase unfinished vengeance.
Diana survives-and from the shadows, she prepares to reclaim what she believes is hers.
Will this cost Selene her life?
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.
9.8
She married the man who destroyed her family to find the evidence that would bury him. He married her to save a billion-dollar inheritance. Neither planned to fall , and neither planned to find out the truth would hurt worse than the lie.
Elara Vaughn is twenty-six, brilliant, and furious. When her father is arrested for a forty-million-dollar fraud she doesn't believe he committed, she does the only thing her forensic accountant's mind can construct: she walks into the office of the man the world says is responsible, and proposes a deal.
One year of marriage. She gets access to the executive archives that hold the real evidence. He gets a legal wife before his thirty-fifth birthday , the one condition standing between him and a hidden two-billion-dollar subsidiary.
Rowan Vale agrees. He is not a man who loses. She is not a woman who trusts. Their contract is airtight. Their chemistry is not.
But the ledgers Elara finds don't say what she expected. And the man she married to destroy is beginning to look dangerously like the only honest person in the room.
Some truths cost everything. Some people are worth it.