My Bestie Called Money ‘Dirty’, Now She’s Watching Me Get Spoiled by Eight Men Chapter 06

My Bestie Called Money ‘Dirty’, Now She’s Watching Me Get Spoiled by Eight Men Chapter 06

The ride to the Whitmore house was quiet.

I sat in the back seat, gripping the strap of my backpack so tightly my fingers hurt.

Mrs. Whitmore noticed.

She didn’t pressure me to talk. Instead, she handed me a bottle of warm water.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

“But you don’t need to try to impress anyone.”

“You’re joining our family, not sitting an exam.”

From the front passenger seat, Mr. Whitmore added, “Well… except the SSAT. You still have to pass

that.”

I couldn’t help laughing. Mrs. Whitmore laughed too.

When the car entered Ashford Estates, I finally understood what people meant by a wealthy family.

It wasn’t flashy like the mansions on TV. It was just so large that I wondered if I’d get lost.

Eight people were waiting outside.

They varied in height and build, but every single one of them had a strong, commanding presence.

The moment I stepped out, the man at the front strode over and took my bag from my

hands.

“I’m Lucian. Your oldest brother.”

He looked serious, but the way he handled my bag was unexpectedly gentle.

The second brother wore glasses and smiled warmly.

“I’m Spencer, your second brother.”

“If anyone ever gives you trouble, you come straight to me.”

Then came the third, the fourth… all the way to the eighth. Every one of them welcomed me with genuine excitement.

My eyes welled up. Tears blurred my vision.

1 finally had a family.

Mrs Whitmore took my hand.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

I followed her inside.

My bedroom was on the second floor.

The moment the door swung open, I froze.

It was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

Cream-colored curtains. A natural wood desk.

Bookshelves covering an entire wall. A cloud-shaped nightlight.

The closet was already filled with new clothes.

On the desk sat practice books, a dictionary scanner pen, a tablet, and a handwritten card.

Brynn, welcome home.

Love, Your Brothers

I stared at the card as my eyes filled with tears.

Mrs. Whitmore spoke softly, “Do you like it?”

I nodded as hard as I could, my voice thick. “I love it.”

That evening, the whole Whitmore family gathered around the dinner table.

I was so nervous I didn’t even know which dish to go for first.

Lucian filled a bowl with chicken soup and set it in front of me.

“Take your time. Don’t rush.”

Tristan frowned, giving me a once-over.

“You’re way too skinny.”

Nolan immediately jumped in.

“We’ll fix that. You just needs to eat more, sweetie.”

Landon slid a box of game cards across the table to me.

Sebastian placed a study plan beside my plate.

“After dinner, give me ten minutes.”

“I’ll walk you through some SSAT strategies.”

I looked from the game cards to the study plan.

Then I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

My phone suddenly buzzed. It was a message from Seraphina.

[So you made it to the Whitmores’? Have they put you to work yet?]

[If they’re treating you badly, tell me. I’ll ask Mrs. Carter to come get you.]

I looked at the family around me, everyone busy putting more food onto my plate.

Then I looked back at her messages.

The whole thing felt ridiculous.

I typed out three words and hit send.

[I’m doing great.]

Her response came almost immediately.

[You don’t have to pretend. I know exactly how these things go.]

I locked my phone and slipped it into my pocket.

No point explaining. Some jokes are only funny once you’ve seen the punchline.