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 4
On the first day of school, Mathew Navis and Nill Navis had just accompanied me out of the house.
"Here, I've transferred some pocket money to your card. Don't hesitate to ask if you need more," Mathew Navis said.
"Mathew, don't forget to tell her about the safety charm," Nill Navis interjected.
Mathew nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately - carved wooden amulet.
"This is a safety charm. It's been blessed by the elders of our werewolf pack. Keep it with you at all times. It will protect you from any malicious supernatural forces," Mathew explained, placing the charm gently in my hand.
"Also, if you encounter any trouble at school, whether it's from other students or something more... don't hesitate to call us. You have our numbers, and we can be there in a flash," Nill Navis added.
I looked at the charm in my hand, feeling a faint warmth emanating from it.
As I glanced at the bank card in my other hand, which now had ten million transferred to it, I realized the depth of their care.
"School can be a tough place, especially for a Navis. Daniel Navis is also there. If he gives you any trouble, or if anyone else does, you let us know. We'll set things right," Mathew said.
I nodded obediently, feeling a lump form in my throat.
It hadn't been long since I'd returned to the Navis family, and already, I had grown attached to these two gentle and handsome brothers.
I stood there, biting my lip and blinking, trying to hold back the tears. Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from above.
I looked up to see Nill Navis. For once, his usually cool demeanor was replaced by a warm smile. He reached out and gently pinched my cheek. "Don't worry, little one. We'll come pick you up on the weekend. This is your home now, and we'll always be here for you," he said. "Okay!" I replied, my voice a little choked.
Frankford, being an elite werewolf - attended academy, had four - person dormitories. However, they were much more spacious and elaborately decorated compared to regular ones.
The walls were adorned with ancient werewolf symbols, and the furniture was made of a dark, polished wood that seemed to hold an otherworldly glow.
As fate would have it. I looked at the person on the opposite bed in the dormitory and gave a faint smile.
"Elizebeth, what a coincidence."
Elizebeth still had that somewhat timid and meek look.
She glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and greeted me in a soft voice, looking as harmless as a lamb.
"Alice Goden, or rather, Alice Navis now," a voice came from the side. The girl from the neighboring bed walked over, looking at me haughtily.
"Coming to Frankford School? Planning to inherit your family's cattle ranch after graduation?" she sneered.
This girl, Amelia, used to be my little follower in noble high school. Her family was affiliated with the Goden family, and she had benefited a lot from me in the past.
Now, she was trying to kick me while I was down.
My eyes turned cold.
"Amelia, don't say that," Elizebeth stepped forward and tugged at Amelia's sleeve.
"Alice Goden has had a hard time now. It's my fault towards her."
"Don't call me Alice Goden. I'm Alice Navis now."
Suddenly, I felt like laughing.
The Navis family's educational principle was to raise their children tough while the parents held the reins of wealth. So, before reaching adulthood, the Navis siblings had all endured hardships. They, like Elizebeth, once thought that the family only had a small village home with a meager ten - cow ranch. But now, the good times were finally here.
However, Elizebeth had resorted to underhanded means to return to the Goden family and had missed out on all the benefits that came with being a Navis.
It was truly a pitiful situation.
Amelia sized me up and down and let out another disdainful laugh. "Hmph."
"Your bag and clothes look like they're from a flea market. Aren't you ashamed?"
My gaze involuntarily landed on my bag. I fell into thought.
This bag might look ordinary at first glance, without any prominent luxury brand logos. But in fact, it was a private - custom item specially ordered by my father from a high - end leather goods studio.
It was made of the finest top - grade cowhide, with ingeniously designed internal compartments and exquisite metal fittings.
I remained silent and continued to unpack my things.
"Stop making so much noise," a clear and beautiful voice rang out at the doorway, followed by the clattering sound of high - heeled shoes.
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8.2
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.