The Falcone Brothers want me
Emechebe Vivian · Ongoing · 51.2k Words
Introduction
"Not son... Grandsons."
Vivian Ashby just graduated high school — with no college plans, no family, and enough debt to last a lifetime. While her friends head off to universities and bright futures, she’s stuck working dead-end jobs trying to survive.
That is, until three dangerously entitled men ruin her life in one night....But she bites back....
And then their grandfather offers her a deal.
Teach his grandsons some discipline — shape them into the men fit to inherit the Falcone empire — and in return, he’ll pay off her debts, cover her college tuition, and give her a place to live.
It sounds insane.
It is.
Because his grandsons aren’t boys — they’re powerful, merciless men finishing grad school with too much influence and not enough conscience:
Finn — the reckless charmer who never met a rule he couldn’t break.
Sebastian — the quiet one with dangerous eyes and secrets even darker.
Kade — the coldest of them all, cruel, calculating… and the one who’s been watching her the longest.
Now she’s living under their roof — caught in a twisted game of dominance, secrets, and temptation. They don’t want her there.
But they might be exactly what she needs to survive.
Content Warning: This is a dark romance with themes of obsession, primal play, secret societies, mental health struggles, and one unforgettable threesome.
Chapter 1
Vivian’s POV
You know that feeling when your life keeps spinning in circles but not the kind that makes you dizzy or light-headed. The kind where you’re just… stuck. Watching everything blur past you while you sit dead still in the middle.
That’s me. Right now.
Lying in my room. Naked. Eyes fixed on the ceiling like it might give me something....God, purpose, a crack, anything at all.
I should probably make pancakes. Midnight snacks always feel like a small kind of rescue.
Then someone clears their throat.
I turn my head slowly to the side but there’s no one beside me but then I glance down.
Oh.
Shit.
Scott’s between my legs. Just there. Staring up at me. Eyes locked on mine like I’m supposed to be doing something.
Right this was supposed to give me pleasure
I shape my mouth into a soft 'O', wrinkle my brows like maybe confusion can pass for ecstasy.”
He doesn’t react , I glance sideways and catch myself in the mirror.
I look constipated.
Great.
I dropped the expression going neutral that’s my default anyway.
“Are you kidding me, Vivian?” he says, he wasn't yelling but close enough
I just shake my head.
Nothing.
He huffs?... scoffs?.....whatever that sound is.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been down there?”
He gestures like the act owes him a medal.
“Thirty minutes, Vivian. Thirty and you’re just… what? Staring at the ceiling?”
We’ve been dating for three months. Supposedly.
I barely remember it. Just little flashes.....a blurry photo on my phone. A doughnut he brought me once that I didn’t even finish. His toothbrush in my bathroom keeps falling on the floor
That’s it.
That’s us.
I tug the blanket up over my chest like it can shield me from the awkwardness in the room . I grabbed my phone on the nightstand. I type:
“I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood maybe another night.”
I hold it up for him to read.
He stares at the screen, then at me. His face? Still pissed. Maybe disappointed. Honestly, I can’t even tell anymore.
We’ve been trying to have sex for weeks now. Maybe months. I’ve lost track, but my body never gets the memo. It just checks out, like it’s tuned to a different frequency. Like it doesn’t even register that someone else is in the room or even touching me
Sometimes, most times, I forget he’s even there.
There was this one time I felt something brush my thigh, and I panicked, thinking it was a mosquito. I slapped him.
I would break up with him. Honestly.
But he’s the first boyfriend I’ve ever had. The first person to claim that title, even if it doesn't quite feel real. Since I never dated in high school, my friends said I should try something new before college officially starts. “Live a little,” they said.
So I picked dating. That’s how I ended up here. In this exact moment.
One more month and I’ll just ghost him.
No breakup talk. No explanations. No need to sit across from someone and watch their face fall while I say nothing.
I’ll just vanish.
I never really dated, not because I didn’t want to, but because people only ever came close for one reason.
The way I looked.
Curvy, soft in the right places. Pretty, but not overwhelming. Just enough to be wanted. Just enough to be imagined, not known.
But that was all they ever saw.
What they didn’t see, what they didn’t stick around long enough to understand, is that I’m broken. Not in the poetic way. In the real, exhausting, unfixable way.
I can’t speak. Haven’t in years.
And when you live like that long enough, you learn something ugly.
People don’t stay kind to what they can’t understand.
At first, they try. They smile harder, lean in more, say things like “you’re so strong” and “it doesn’t matter.” But slowly, quietly, they start to shift. You become a burden. A silence they don’t know how to fill.
And then the little comments start. The impatience. The jokes that don’t feel like jokes.
And you realize you’ve become something they have to carry.
I’m not ready for that.
Not now. Maybe not ever.
Besides, my monster is still out there.
Why attach anyone to me when they’d only end up in danger
My eyes drift back to Scott. He’s already dressed, keys in hand, jaw tight I showed him the message again, just in case he forgot.....I’m sorry.
“Forget it,” he mutters. “I’m going home. See you monday.”
He doesn’t look back. He just leaves.
I sit up, wrap a robe around my shoulders, and walk to the kitchen to make pancakes. The scent of butter hitting the pan helps. A little.
My phone buzzes on the counter.
Lisa: I just went over the paintings. They’re so beautiful. The showcase will be amazing.
A small smile tugged at my lips. Lisa has been my agent since I decided to take painting seriously two months ago, but it already feels like a different life. She gets me in that quiet way. She knows I don’t want my identity out there, so she’s helping me sell them anonymously. This showcase would be my first. Nothing grand, but it would pay half a quarter of the debts.
The only reason I still have a roof over my head is because Grandma paid the rent ahead of time before the cancer took her. I couldn’t let her die so I took out loans, desperate to save her, but she died anyway.
With the loan hanging over me, college was out of the question. So while everyone else was packing up for campus, I was preparing to move to a smaller town and settle down on my own. I loved painting, but I still had to pick up side jobs. Serving food at events was the easiest to get.
I sent Lisa a simple thank you and carried my pancakes back to my room.
The cold air drifted in from the windows. I walked over to close them...
And then I saw him again.
Same place across the street. Just beyond the broken streetlight that flickers like it’s thinking. He just stood there, smoking.
The red ember of his cigarette gave him away. I couldn’t make out his face, just the broad shape of him.
That’s the fourth time this week.
Someone else has to see him, right? A neighbor. A dog walker. A car passing by. Anyone.
Why isn’t anyone disturbed?
But then a thought crossed my mind.
I stepped back from the window and went to the nightstand where my meds sit in their organizer. One for every day. Tiny white reminders that my brain isn’t always on my side.
I checked today’s slot.
Empty.
I took them.
I’m not hallucinating.
I rubbed my eyes just in case and looked back outside. But he was gone.
Again.
Always.
He never stays long enough to prove he’s real,
Just when I start to believe he’s there, he vanishes. Like he knows the exact second doubt creeps in. Like he’s waiting for me to break
I went out once Just to check but there was nothing. No footprints. No finished cigarette.
Nothing.
And it makes me wonder.......Really wonder.
What if I am going crazy?
Last Chapters
#41 Forty Two
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#40 Forty one
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#39 Forty
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#38 Thirty Nine
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#37 Thirty Eight
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#36 Chapter Thirty seven
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#35 Chapter Thirty Six
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#34 Chapter Thirty Five
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#33 Thirty Four
Last Updated: 6/15/2026#32 Chapter Thirty three
Last Updated: 6/15/2026
You Might Like 😍
Mission: Steal the Male Lead
But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
Bloodright
Ashveil University is not what it looks like in the photographs. The students here carry something that shifts their eyes at the edges of anger. The northwest trees hold an attention that trees should not be able to hold. And the empty chair at the council table, the one nobody sits in, the one nobody explains, has been waiting three hundred years for one specific person to arrive.
Nobody told Adaline she was that person. They classified her as Dormant. A blank space in a file. Nothing.
She is the opposite of nothing.
Beneath the campus, three ancient entities are waking up. Every house in the pack world wants to control what runs in her blood. The boy sent to assess her has stopped being able to do his job. And the woman who has been three steps ahead of everyone since before Adaline was born is not a villain. She is a warning. She is what Adaline would have become if nobody had found her.
The suppression field holding everything together is failing. The clock is running. And the only way to stop what is coming requires Adaline to give up the thing she can least afford to lose.
She already knows her answer. She decided before anyone told her the full price.
Where The Ice Gives Way
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)
Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
Bride To The Werewolf King
Luna On The Run- I stole The Alpha's Sons
But Axton is more than just a rival, he's her fated mate. And he's been searching for her not for love, but for revenge and a chance to destroy her father's pack. The next morning, Elena rejects him, walking away before he can trap her in his ruthless schemes.
But Axton does not take rejection lightly, and his retaliation is brutal: a leaked video, a ruined reputation, and a family that turns their backs on her drive her to flee the city in disgrace.
But when Elena disappears, she takes something Alpha Axton never planned to lose - his sons. Now, he'll stop at nothing to get them back. He wants his heirs, he wants his mate, and Elena will learn that no one runs from the Alpha.
Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Ripped from her bed and thrown into a world of blood and treachery, Zirah’s fate is sealed, a forced marriage to one of the three Lycan Kings, each more monstrous than the last.
These kings, cursed by their sins, pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, and gluttony are at war, fighting to claim their father’s throne. But the last thing any of them want is a queen.
To them, Zirah is nothing but a pawn, an object to be used, discarded, or destroyed.
But they underestimate her.
If they think she will cower, they are wrong.
If they believe she will bow, they will bleed.
And if they want to break her, they’ll have to survive her first.
Ex-Wife, Current Wife
For three years, she lived in the shadow of a loveless marriage. She was the woman everyone loved to hate, the one who supposedly "stole" him from his first love. She endured his cold indifference, raised their son—who struggles with a speech impediment—in silence, and traded her own brilliant career for the thankless role of a trophy wife.
But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.
Enough was enough.
After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.
But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.
Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?
My Billionaire Husband's Secret
He was the CEO of the Blackwood Group — a man whose wealth and power eclipsed ninety-nine percent of the world.
He was gentle. Romantic. Attentive. I fell for him fast.
But a year into our marriage, I began to notice something — a pattern.
Lucas's sexual appetite was intense — he wanted me almost every night. Yet every single month, he arranged a solo trip to send me away. I told myself it was his way of spoiling me.
Then a message arrived from someone called Sweet An.
Do you really know your husband?
From that day on, my life filled with shadows.
I suspected my husband of having an affair.
When Lucas and I made love, something felt wrong — his body too large, too much, like something I couldn't explain.
I heard sounds during sex — animal sounds, like something feral had crawled into bed with us.
My best friend Mia said: "There are men sick enough to let dogs fuck their wives."
The family doctor, Daisy, told me: "You could never stay by Lucas's side forever. Your background doesn't make you worthy of being his wife. Do you understand?"
I went looking for whoever had been tearing my marriage apart. I fought to win my husband back.
But the deeper I searched, the larger the secret grew — something far darker hiding beneath this supposed betrayal.
Does Lucas truly love me?
And why, out of everyone in the world, did he choose to marry me?
MOONLIT CHASE
But no, I had to walk through the park at midnight like an idiot. Now I've seen something I can't unsee—a massive black wolf tearing apart three men, then shifting into the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on.
Kieran Vaughn. Wealthy lawyer, werewolf, and apparently, he thinks I'm his mate.
Here's the problem: I don't do relationships. I definitely don't do supernatural things. I absolutely don't do rich guys who think they can control my life just because their inner wolf has decided I smell like home.
When hunters start targeting me to get to him, Kieran drags me into his pristine penthouse for "protection." Now I'm living with a man who looks at me like I'm his last meal, whose touch sets my skin on fire, and who's barely holding onto his control.
He says everyone he loves dies. I say that's not my problem except it is because I'm falling for this broken, dangerous man and his beast.
And in his world? Love will get you killed.
Bonds at War: The Virgin is Mine
Perhaps then they would stop controlling my every move. Maybe my brothers would stop resenting me. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel so invisible anymore.
No one believed I could do it—not even my mate, Alpha Jaxon Trevane.
The night I planned to tell him... I found him tangled in bed with my best friend.
Heartbroken and humiliated, I left everything behind and went to Elite alone.
But the academy isn’t the fairytale I dreamed about.
Beneath the grand halls and traditions, a brutal game is being played.
The four ruling Alphas of the North, South, East, and West fight for power, dominance... and now, for me.
A virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed. The prize they all want.
There’s the mate who shattered my heart and swears he’ll win me back.
The brilliant strategist who wants me as his Luna.
The dangerous playboy who promises no one will ever touch me but him.
And the cold, possessive Alpha who watches from the shadows—and would destroy anyone who dares to take me from him.
But in a place where love is a battlefield and lust is a weapon... falling in love might be the most dangerous thing I ever do.
Welcome to Elite Order Academy—where every desire has a price, and my body is the ultimate trophy.
Love's Deadly Equation
I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
My name is Keegan Caffery. I’m the Carter Mafia’s best hitman. I don’t miss. I don’t fail.
At least, I didn’t use to.
I don’t know what it is about her that got to me first—her mouth, her mind, or the way she looks at me like I’m not what she should fear.
I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
She knows it.
And she still doesn’t run.
She just watches me back like she’s studying a problem she refuses to call impossible.
She’s the one variable I can’t control.
And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
But every time I imagine it—
I can’t stand it.
Her or me. That’s the math.
It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
Which sounds impressive until you realize what it actually means: I don’t fit anywhere people expect me to.
I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
I should be afraid of him.
I keep waiting for that to kick in.
Instead, I’m fascinated.
Because for the first time in my life… I’ve found something I can’t solve.
He is my deadly equation.
Filled, Owned, and Fucked by My Best Friend’s Father
He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.
But the night I caught him eating another woman alive by the pool, I couldn’t look away.
And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.
Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.
He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.
