Chapter 3Reclaimed by My Family, Spoiled by All

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.