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The Heiress and the Four Brothers

Chapter 3 I'm not interested in them

Word Count: 1351    |    Released on: 08/02/2025

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pick them up, the Blackwood Brothers. Betting my ass, Ace would definitely rise to the ridiculous challenge an

ve the courage to say no to Reggie's wishes. He's been

y you expected t

coming back to reality and looking at Reggie. His thick book rested on

taring out the wi

ns. "Don't talk nonsense.

gie raised

" I insisted, then

sons are so fine looking," he said, sh

leaned my head on his big arm, floating a little be

enjoying our time together as father and daughter. Reggie now has more free

uite a lot of energy to do so. After one long breath, he as

s if I hav

have a choic

nety percent versus ten percent. E

expectations heavy on my shoulders. "How am I supposed to

they'll know what to do. They will be desperate to prove themselves to you, and

t a long

e who had raised me with love and care when no one else

u think all four o

eption," Reggie r

maybe even both-wouldn't show up. Damon had shown too much dislike for this family-especially Reggie-

like it or not, they will come. Trust me, th

e you s

ll s

earching for the contents, and finally collected a 100-dollar bill, three 50-dollar bills and some 5-dollar bills. "I bet

usiness deals that would bring him huge profits. "I'll

I said c

ng," Reggie said, as I hea

hen a tall man in a neat gray suit stepped out of the car, I grinned unconsciously

?" Reggie ap

y ambitious

urprisingly, he's as am

the window again. Reggie be

white shirt with rolled up sleeves and chino pants-Cal, while the one from the car behin

beside me as I watched them each

roached the stopped car, but refused to open the door as the driver engaged him in conv

ie cheerfully, but his expression was unde

uestioning look, but Reggie's gaze was far away. His eyes narrowed, his fore

Down below, a man in a black leather jacket and black p

the table-and put it in his pocket. His grin grew wider when I squ

*

d the historic moment to emphasize his rules. He required all of th

ss background," Reggie said, his voice was weak, but full of authority. His presence commanded attention, and even I found myself s

full of irony, "how long did you think i

ng tension. I recognized him for his

amon's taunts as if he'd never heard them. "On Monday, you'll start your business and management classes. I

seriously want us to appear in front of the world like

n." Reggie replied then glanced at me. His gaze softened, and there was a sm

ally in

start introducing Blackwood to them." Reggie rose from his chair. "Well, perhaps we could start w

wink before leaving the dining table.

just wan

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The Heiress and the Four Brothers
The Heiress and the Four Brothers
“A dozen years ago, when Sera was adopted by Reggie Blackwood-a wealthy ex-womanizer, she thought that was where her hard life would end. However, when Reggie reveals that he has four secret sons from different mothers, Sera knows it will lead to disaster. What's more, Reggie announces a will full of intrigue: whoever among the four men wins Sera's heart and marries her, will be the main heir to the Blackwood Group. Suddenly, Sera is caught up in an intoxicating game of love. Ace, the domineering ambitious lawyer; Beck, the romantic artist who sees her as a muse; Cal, the compassionate doctor who becomes her protector; and Damon, the mysterious man with a dark past. Tensions between them rise, blurring the line between true love and hidden ambitions. Amid rivalry, passion, and dark secrets, Sera must choose: give her heart to one of the Blackwood Brothers, or escape this dangerous game. But in a world where love and betrayal walk side by side, who can truly be trusted? *** "You're all acting like I'm a precious item that needs to be taken care of," I protested, glaring at the four of them who probably just took my annoyance as a joke. Ace raised one eyebrow. "Wrong. You're a fire that needs to be tamed." "Or to be played with," Damon interjected casually, his smile mocking. "Or to be celebrated." Beck's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Or to be kept lit," Cal finished, his voice low, without taking his eyes off the book he was reading. I hissed in annoyance. They were all incredibly frustrating.”