Shared Between Three CEO Brothers

Reality sucker-punched me in the gut.
Raphael had a daughter. Which meant there was probably a Mrs. Sullivan at home, waiting for him. The same man who was two seconds away from kissing me before his daughter cockblocked us both.
And his brothers... Stephen with those lingering stares that make my brain short-circuit? Titus brushing my hand every time he passes me documents like we're in some slow-burn romance?
All of it suddenly felt like a neon sign flashing "DISASTER AHEAD."
Nope. Absolutely fucking not.
This isn't some rivals-to-lovers novel. This is my Dad's business partners and his disaster daughter caught in forced proximity on a project that could make or break my entire career.
The Sullivan brothers weren't just gorgeous distractions-they were a professional minefield I couldn't afford to navigate blindfolded.
Time for an emergency reality check: I cannot let myself fall any deeper into this mess.