My CEO Brother Wants Me
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He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world.
But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
My CEO Brother Wants Me Chapter 1
Lucien sat by the window of the long black luxury sedan, his arm resting against the door as he stared outside. The city moved past them in a blur of lights and glass buildings, but he wasn't really looking at any of it.
Across from him, his mother kept glancing his way.
"Lucien," she said gently, "about what happened earlier..."
He didn't turn.
"I told you already," he said. "I couldn't control it."
Seraphina sighed softly and leaned back in her seat.
The outburst that morning had been bad. He had shattered a vase, they'd raised their voices, even one of the house staff had to be sent home in tears.
It wasn't the first time, and they weren't sure it would be the last.
His father, Alaric, sat beside him, calm as always, hands resting on his cane.
"Your therapist made another recommendation," Alaric said.
Lucien didn't react, but he was listening.
"He thinks it might help if we adopted a child," Alaric continued. "A young girl. Someone who could stay close to you. Someone you could bond with."
That got Lucien's attention. He looked over, then said, "No one can replace Lina."
The car went quiet immediately.
Seraphina's expression softened at the name.
"We know that," she said gently. "No one is trying to replace her."
Lina was his younger sister, gone barely a year. The house hasn't felt the same since.
"This isn't about replacing her," Seraphina went on. "It's about helping you heal. If you want to get better, you have to be open to trying what's recommended."
Lucien looked back out the window. He didn't reply again.
The car eventually slowed down as they got to a tall building, Clayview Orphanage. One of the many places the Hale family funded.
The manager, a middle-aged woman hurried forward as they stepped out.
"Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, welcome," she said warmly. "It's an honor to have you here."
Seraphina smiled politely. "Thank you. We're hoping to meet some of the children today."
"Of course," the manager said quickly. "Please, come in."
Lucien followed behind his parents, uninterested. He didn't want a sister. He didn't want anyone trying to fill Lina's space.
"We're looking to adopt a young girl," Seraphina said as they walked. "Around five or six."
"That's awesome. We have several children in that age group," the manager beemed. "There's a class session currently ongoing."
They entered a classroom and saw children seated around small desks while a teacher wrote on the board. Boys and girls both. Some were curious, some shy while some seemed to be used to visitors to react at all.
The manager smiled. "You can take your time."
Seraphina glanced at Lucien. "Do any of them catch your eye?"
He shook his head immediately. "No."
As he turned to leave, a small body ran straight into him making books and pencils scatter across the floor. The little girl gasped, stumbling back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said quickly, bowing her head over and over.
Lucien stared down at her. She had wide doe eyes and though she was startled, she wasn't crying. Her hair was packed into two small pigtails, slightly messy like she had done them herself.
She kept apologizing as she gathered her things.
He didn't speak or move. He only watched her.
She picked up her books and hurried to her seat without looking up again.
Seraphina and Alaric exchanged a glance behind him. Seraphina then smiled and turned to the manager.
"We'd like to proceed with her."
The manager nodded quickly. "Of course, Mrs. Hale."
Only then did Lucien speak. "I don't want her as my sister."
They both looked at him. Seraphina frowned. "But you seemed to like her."
Lucien's eyes were still on the girl across the room. She was calm, writing like nothing had happened.
He shook his head. "I want to marry her."
The manager blinked in shock, then laughed awkwardly, assuming it was childish talk.
Seraphina sighed softly. "Lucien."
"I will marry her," he repeated, smug certainty in his young voice. "Don't adopt her."
Alaric placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're fourteen," he said calmly.
Lucien didn't look away from the girl. "Doesn't matter."
Seraphina shook her head. "Lucien, how else would she live with us? We'd have to adopt her formally."
Alaric nodded. "She can't come home with us otherwise."
Lucien looked at them both.
"Then adopt her," he said. "Just don't give her our name."
Seraphina's brows pulled together. "Lucien... she'll feel left out if we do that."
He shook his head once. "I won't let her."
They both paused at that.
"She won't feel left out," he added. "I'll make sure of it."
To his parents, it sounded like childish attachment, a grieving boy redirecting emotion after loss.
The manager cleared her throat politely. "Shall we begin the paperwork?"
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My CEO Brother Wants Me of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
