My mom passed away from a sudden cancer diagnosis in the spring semester of my senior year. Before I could even really process how I was going to manage on my own, Mom told me something shocking on her deathbed: I had a father, and he was supposedly one of the richest men in the country. Following the scraps of information Mom gave me, I tracked him down. Turns out, I didn’t just have a billionaire dad; I had an A-list pop star older brother, a genius scientist second brother, the most popular guy in school for a third brother, and the resident tough guy as my fourth… 01 “After I’m gone, honey, you need to go find your father.” Mom’s last words echoed in my head as I nervously gripped the handle of my worn suitcase, taking in the overwhelming sights and sounds of the unfamiliar city. My mom died three days ago from cancer. She’d brought me to this city all by herself years ago, and now, with her gone, I had no other family here. My only option was to find the father and brothers I’d never met. Problem was, Mom hadn’t left me any contact info for my brothers! Desperate, I looked up the company associated with my oldest brother, the famous one, online. The second I dragged my luggage through the sleek glass doors of the entertainment company building, heads turned. All eyes were on me, dripping with curiosity or suspicion. The receptionist gave me a kind, pitying smile. “Are you lost, sweetie?” Swallowing hard, I mumbled, “No, I’m in the right place… Can you give me his contact information?” I pointed at a massive, impossibly cool poster of my brother plastered on the wall. The look the receptionist gave me screamed, “Are you serious?” “Please…” I started to plead again, bracing myself for rejection, when a sharp, condescending voice cut through the lobby from behind me. “Who does this little nobody think she is, asking for Alex Vance’s contact info right off the bat?” I turned around to face a woman dripping in flashy clothes, staring daggers at me with pure disdain. I glanced her over, thinking, Who crawled out from under a rock to butt in? “Please, I really need to talk to him. It’s urgent…” The woman actually shoved me. “Didn’t you hear me, you little hick? Get out of our company building, now!” The push ignited a spark of anger. Why was she resorting to insults? “Are you crazy?” She scoffed, flicking her overly styled hair. “I happen to play a fan-favorite character in that hit streaming show. Calling you a hick is probably a compliment.” Her words clicked. That show? Wasn't her “fan-favorite” character like, the sixth female lead in some low-budget web series? My face must have shown my disdain. Her expression turned instantly vicious. “I suggest you know your place, or I’ll have security drag you out of here!” If I hadn’t already confirmed online that my pop star brother was a major shareholder in this company, her 'queen of the castle' act might have actually intimidated me. I decided to ignore this Z-list wannabe and tried talking to the receptionist again. The woman practically exploded. “What kind of attitude is that? Do you even know who my father is?” I rolled my eyes. “Why the hell should I care who your dad is? I’m not your mom.” She looked ready to spontaneously combust. She whipped out her phone and furiously dialed someone. The receptionist still wouldn't give me the info, so I just stood there, trying to figure out my next move. It didn’t take long for the woman’s backup to arrive. I looked up to see a tall, unfamiliar man approaching. The woman instantly latched onto his arm like a snake. “Rick, darling! This girl was being so rude to me!” “I’ll take care of her right now,” Rick said, patting her hand soothingly. She shot me a triumphant smirk. But then, Rick got a clear look at my face. His eyes widened, and he rushed over, grabbing my arm gently. “Miss Harrison! What are you doing here?” 02 The lobby fell silent. I asked, confused, “Do I know you?” The flashy woman sounded like she was in a daze. “Rick… you know this… this hick?” Rick looked practically giddy. “Oh, you probably don’t recognize me! Let me introduce myself – I’m Rick Johnson, Alex Vance’s manager. You must be here to see your brother, right?” His manager? The woman shrieked like her tail had been stepped on. “Rick, what are you saying? Alex Vance is this little country bumpkin’s brother?” Rick finally turned his attention back to her, his expression suddenly icy. “Watch your mouth. Who are you calling a country bumpkin?” Her face flushed bright red, and she clammed up. Rick delivered the final blow. “You don’t need to stick around me anymore. Pack your things, go to HR, and collect your final paycheck. This company has no place for someone who insults the boss’s sister.” Rick drove me to a stunning, sprawling mansion. These mansions in the city definitely dwarfed the houses back in my small town. A housekeeper led me inside. As soon as I stepped into the grand foyer, a ridiculously good-looking guy jumped up from the couch. He rushed over, his eyes bright. “Are you Hannah?” Hannah Harrison. That’s my name. I nodded, and he pulled me into a hug. “Hannah, I’m so sorry. Dad and I… we couldn’t find you and Mom all these years. We’re so sorry.” Thinking about Mom’s passing brought tears to my eyes again. He noticed my red eyes and gently wiped a tear from my cheek, his voice soft. “Don’t cry. Your big brother’s here now. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He comforted me for a little longer, then led me upstairs to show me my bedroom. It was like something out of a fairy tale – a lavish princess suite, even more beautiful than the ones you see in movies about rich heiresses. Alex explained, “Dad’s still away on a business trip. And I haven’t told your other brothers—Ethan, Mason, and Noah—yet. Didn’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll meet them all in a few days.” 03 Alex handled my school transfer, enrolling me in a prestigious private high school nearby. Climbing out of the Rolls-Royce felt surreal. Alex tried to reassure me, “I heard you always had the top grades back home. That’s my sister! I bet you’ll ace it here too, even in a new environment.” Honestly, I wasn't too nervous. Academics were the one thing I’d never felt insecure about. I waved goodbye to Alex and headed into the school. The campus was impressive, all manicured lawns and stately brick buildings. It took me a while to find my homeroom. Just as I was about to walk in, a sharp, familiar voice sneered, “Hannah Harrison? What are you doing here?” I turned, frowning as I recognized the speaker. It was Leo Maxwell, a guy who used to relentlessly hit on me back home. After I turned him down flat, he turned nasty, spreading rumors and making my life miserable. Eventually, he couldn't stand failing to get under my skin and transferred schools. I never imagined he’d end up here. He looked me up and down, his expression dripping with superiority. “Last I checked, your family was broke. How did you manage to sneak into an elite school like this?” Suddenly, a basketball whizzed past his ear, slamming against the wall behind him. Leo jumped back, startled. I looked over my shoulder and saw a guy leaning against the doorframe. He wore his uniform with a rebellious slouch, but even that couldn’t hide how strikingly handsome he was. The newcomer fixed Leo with a cold stare. “If you don’t need your mouth, maybe donate it.” Leo puffed up his chest. “Noah Harrison! This is none of your business!” Noah Harrison? My brain stuttered. Wasn't that the name of my fourth brother, the one I hadn’t met yet? “From now on, anything involving her is my business!” Noah pushed off the wall and stepped right up to Leo. “What, you wanna argue the point with my fist?” Fear flickered across Leo’s face. He shot me one last hateful glare and scrambled away. I tentatively called out, “Noah… Fourth brother?” His tough expression instantly melted into a huge grin, bright as a sunflower. “Yeah! Alex just called me,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Turns out we’re in the same homeroom. C’mon, I’ll take you in.” Judging by Leo’s terrified reaction, my guess that Noah was the school’s resident tough guy was spot on. Walking into the classroom confirmed it. “There’s only one guy in this whole school who might be able to take me in a fight,” Noah bragged, flexing playfully. “So don’t you worry about causing trouble. Your big bro’s got your back.” Curiosity piqued, I asked, “Who’s the one guy?” Noah’s expression turned slightly disgruntled. “Your third brother, Mason. He’s in a different class.” Having brothers seemed pretty great! I just hadn't anticipated that my newly found tough-guy brother would bring his own brand of trouble my way. 04 After school, I got cornered by a group of girls outside the restroom. Thinking about Noah’s ridiculously good looks, I sighed. Handsome guys really are trouble. The girls glared at me. “Hey. We hear you’re Noah Harrison’s new deskmate?” It was forced on me. The moment I walked into class, Noah grabbed an empty desk, plunked it down next to his, and told me to sit there. He’d always refused to have a deskmate before, so him insisting I sit next to him basically put a giant spotlight on me. Keeping a low profile was officially impossible. Great, just what I needed, I thought, asking aloud, “Yeah? So what?” “So Leo was right. You do have that look about you,” one of the girls sneered. The word she was probably thinking, but didn't say, hung in the air. Leo? That jerk. He was already stirring up trouble for me again. Before I could mentally curse Leo out, the girls started closing in. “Who do you think you are, some nobody from the sticks, trying to latch onto Noah Harrison?” My first thought was, Seriously? I get called a hick again? Then I asked, “What do you want?” The lead girl smirked. “Nothing much. Just gonna teach you a lesson. Help you remember not to touch things that aren’t yours.” Just as they looked ready to jump me, a cold male voice cut through the air. “Stop it!” I turned. It was Noah… but different. His uniform was perfectly neat, none of the usual rebellious slouch. I realized – this must be the "model student" twin, my third brother, Mason Harrison. As the thought hit me, the girls around me gasped nervously. “Mason! What are you doing here?” Yep, definitely my third brother. Alex had mentioned Mason and Noah were twins. Mason’s expression was ice cold. “If I weren’t here, how would I see you bullying someone?” The girls visibly flinched, but the leader stubbornly glared at me. “We’re not bullying her! We’re just teaching this little gold-digger a lesson!” The next second, Mason kicked a nearby trash can. It slammed against the wall next to the girls with a deafening clang, making them all jump and turn pale. Mason stalked towards the leader. “I don’t hit girls… but if you say one more disrespectful word about her, don’t blame me for making an exception.” They immediately backed down. Total cowards. “Now. Apologize to her. Right now.” Under Mason’s intense stare, the girls mumbled apologies and then practically tripped over themselves running away. I glanced at the dented trash can on the floor. Noah wasn’t kidding about Mason. Once the girls were gone, Mason’s icy demeanor vanished. He came over, grinning, and gently pinched my cheek. “You okay? Scared?” “No, no,” I quickly reassured him, playing it sweet. “How could I be scared of my own brother?” Mason clearly liked that answer. “See? That idiot Noah is useless. Tells you he’ll walk you home, and you still end up in trouble.” Noah had offered to walk me home, but I told him I needed to use the restroom first. Didn’t expect an ambush. “Don’t worry,” Mason said, his smile turning a little predatory. “As Student Body President, I have ways of dealing with things. Let’s just say if those girls manage to keep a clean disciplinary record for the next three months, it’ll be because I wasn’t doing my job.”
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