The BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR BROTHERS

I stared at the empty side of the bed, feeling a pang of loneliness. It had been three years since I lost my wife, Laura, in a car accident. She was the love of my life, the mother of my two kids, and the only woman who ever understood me. I missed her every day, but I had to be strong for our children, Lily and Leo. They were the reason I got up every morning and went to work at Harvard Industries, the family business that I ran with my brothers.

My brothers, Jones, Davidson, and Derickson, were all billionaires like me, but they had very different lifestyles. They were notorious playboys, always chasing after models, actresses, and socialites. They never settled down, never committed, never loved. They thought I was crazy for marrying Laura, but I didn't care. She was the one for me, and I knew it from the moment I saw her.

But now she was gone, and I was alone. I had no interest in dating or hooking up with anyone. I didn't think I could ever love again. The only woman in my life was Mary, our housekeeper and nanny. She had been with us for over a decade, and she was like family to us. She took care of the kids, the house, and me. She was always there for us, but she had her own life too. She had a husband, a daughter, and a grandson. She couldn't be with us forever.

"Jayden, breakfast is ready," Mary called from downstairs.

I got out of bed and put on a robe. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was 35 years old, but I felt older. I had dark hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. I was tall, muscular, and handsome. I knew I could have any woman I wanted, but I didn't want any. I wanted Laura.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I headed downstairs and saw Lily and Leo sitting at the kitchen table. They looked so much like their mother, with her blonde hair and green eyes. They were both smart, sweet, and adorable. They were my pride and joy.

"Good morning, daddy," Lily said. She was seven years old, and the spitting image of Laura.

"Good morning, princess," I said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good morning, dad," Leo said. He was five years old, and a mini version of me.

"Good morning, buddy," I said, ruffling his hair.

I sat down and Mary served me a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. She was a middle-aged woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a simple dress and an apron. She smiled at me and said, "Good morning, Mr. Harvard. How did you sleep?"

"Not very well, Mary. You know how it is," I said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harvard. I wish I could do something to make you feel better," she said.

"You do enough, Mary. You're a blessing to us," I said.

She blushed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Harvard. You're too kind."

We ate our breakfast and chatted about our plans for the day. Lily and Leo had school, I had a meeting with my brothers, and Mary had to go to the doctor. She had been feeling unwell lately, and I was worried about her.

"Mary, are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, Mr. Harvard. It's nothing serious. Just a check-up," she said.

"Are you sure? Do you need me to drive you?" I asked.

"No, no, Mr. Harvard. I can drive myself. Don't worry about me. You have enough on your plate," she said.

"Mary, you're not a burden to me. You're part of the family. If you need anything, just let me know," I said.

"Thank you, Mr. Harvard. You're very sweet. But I'm fine, really. I'll be back before you know it," she said.

She finished her coffee and got up. She cleared the table and said, "I'll be going now. Have a good day, everyone."

She kissed Lily and Leo on the forehead and said, "Be good, kids. I love you."

She hugged me and said, "Take care, Mr. Harvard. I'll see you later."

She grabbed her purse and coat and left. I watched her go, feeling a twinge of anxiety. I hoped she was telling the truth, and that there was nothing wrong with her. I needed her, more than she knew.

I finished my breakfast and got ready for work. I put on a suit and tie, and grabbed my briefcase. I kissed Lily and Leo goodbye and said, "Have a good day at school, kids. I love you."

I got in my car and drove to the office. I owned the penthouse suite of the Harvard Tower, the tallest building in the city. It was where I met with my brothers and handled the affairs of Harvard Industries, the largest and most successful conglomerate in the country. We had our hands in everything, from real estate to technology to media. We were powerful, influential, and rich. We were the Harvard brothers, and we ruled the world.

But I didn't care about any of that. All I cared about was my family, and my happiness. And I had neither. I was a billionaire, but I was empty inside. I had everything, but I had nothing.

I parked my car and took the elevator to the top floor. I walked into my office and saw my brothers waiting for me. They were all dressed in expensive suits and had smug smiles on their faces. They looked like me, but they were nothing like me.

"Hey, bro. You're late," Jones said. He was the oldest, and the leader of the pack. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a cocky attitude. He was the CEO of Harvard Industries, and the most ruthless of us all.

"Sorry, I had a busy morning," I said.

"Busy doing what? Moping around?" Davidson said. He was the second oldest, and the most sarcastic. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a sharp tongue. He was the CFO of Harvard Industries, and the most cunning of us all.

"No, taking care of my kids," I said.

"Kids? You mean those little brats you call your children?" Derickson said. He was the youngest, and the most reckless. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a wild streak. He was the CTO of Harvard Industries, and the most innovative of us all.

"They're not brats, they're angels. And they're the best thing that ever happened to me," I said.

"Whatever, bro. You're wasting your life on them. You should be out there, having fun, like us," Jones said.

"Fun? You mean sleeping around, drinking, and partying?" I said.

"Yeah, exactly. That's what life is all about. Not being tied down by some boring wife and kids," Davidson said.

"I had a wife, and she was not boring. She was amazing. And I loved her more than anything," I said.

"Yeah, yeah, we know. Laura was the love of your life, blah, blah, blah. But she's gone, bro. And you need to move on," Derickson said.

"I don't want to move on. I want to honor her memory. And I want to be a good father to my kids," I said.

"Bro, you're living in the past. You need to live in the present. And the present is full of hot women who want to get with you. You're a Harvard, for God's sake. You can have anyone you want," Jones said.

"I don't want anyone. I want Laura," I said.

"Bro, you're hopeless. You're wasting your potential. You're a billionaire, but you're acting like a pauper. You need to snap out of it," Davidson said.

"I don't need to do anything. I'm fine the way I am," I said.

"No, you're not. You're miserable. And you're making us miserable. You need to change, bro. You need to find a new woman. A new love. A new life," Derickson said.

"I don't need a new woman. I don't need a new love. I don't need a new life. I have everything I need," I said.

"No, you don't. You have nothing. And you'll never be happy until you realize that," Jones said.

He looked at me with pity and shook his head. He said, "You know what, bro? We're done talking to you. You're beyond help. You're beyond hope. You're beyond redemption. You're a lost cause."

He turned to Davidson and Derickson and said, "Come on, guys. Let's go. We have better things to do than waste our time on this loser."

They nodded and followed him. They walked out of my office, leaving me alone. I felt a surge of anger and sadness. I wanted to yell at them, to tell them they were wrong, to tell them they were the losers. But I didn't. I knew it was useless. They would never understand me. They would never respect me. They would never love me.