Claimed by Two Brothers

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ude, but with age it had begun to resemble an illness rather than a conscious choice. He could have hired at least a housekeeper, yet the only staff member left was an elderly cook who no longer

ess began the moment they realized that their uncle-who, like them, had every right to the inher

before and was now suffering from a brutal hangover. At that moment, he would have preferred to be anywhere but in this room. Stanislav had long since accepted

her and, in his usual manner, swept

ons. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and his eyes closed briefly. Makar had always taken his ti

for too long, and finally i

of free time, but I have a con

ened his pale eyes

here he had gone wrong in raising them. Perhaps their parents would have managed better, but they had died many years ago, leaving two

rfectly well why

lready know who gets what," St

ned into a soulless machine. I can't leave my inheritance to a pair of idiots like you. B

from his brother with a smug expression. The heavy smell of alcohol coming from Stas made his head sp

traighten yourselves out, or the enti

the iron resolve in his grandfather's voice. He knew all too well

y and glanced at the notary, who was settling at the writing desk. "Long ago, over a glass o

ghed, glancing at his brother, who had gone pal

sons I have. In short, we both had sons, so uniting the families didn't work out back th

utting him off once again. Stas struggled to pul

a is anything but beautiful. She's a bespectacled goblin,

g to be. The inheritance will go to whichever of you marries Batalov's granddaughter. Notary, please write that down. If wit

r finally exploded, fully grasping the mess

onths, he will manage the company, and the two of y

ing his miserable expression. "Just force her to marry and be done with it. Won'

nally ensure that no one pressures the girl. She must walk down the

efully writing down his client's words before addin

hing like this," Vlad growled and stormed o

ng to get some fresh air. It was late spring, and the days were already growing so hot that even the early mornings offered only a brief, fragile coolness. Sitting on a bench near th

peared outside. He sat down beside the you

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alk him out of it?"

now perfectly well

rs, so what's the problem? Think of it as a small, unpleasant addition to enormous money

eaned against a tree. Stroking his dark beard, he considered the situation for the first time. He really cou

elf to that fate. Every time I picture that skinny g

feel sick just t

ld and the sole heir to the Batalov fortune. Can y

fact that I'd have to s

een the brothers. Th

Maybe Grandpa will change his mind. He's still

e so," Vlad r