Bound To Him

In the spacious office at the Ambrosio Corporation, Tristan was reading a document. He was wearing a cold expression.

"Brother, nobody was harmed in the fight," Rupert pleaded. 

Today, he had come in the hopes that his stepbrother would listen and help him get out of the mess he created.

But Tristan was so engrossed in the file in his hand. He did not seem to listen to him. He knew Tristan never cared about him. Hell, he didn't even acknowledge him as his brother.

Rupert Wilson knew what he did was wrong. He needed his brother to protect him. Tristan is a very influential, powerful person, and he knew he could get out of anything.

He did not want his parents, especially his mother, to know about the blunder he caused in the bar yesterday. His mother was already forcing him to take care of the business, but he always refused.

He was a party animal. He did not want to give up his carefree lifestyle and take up the responsibility.

Rupert Wilson remembered when he was a child, his parents never cared too much about him, but he had a good lifestyle. He was very naughty and was never very good at his studies.

His parents were never there for him. He was always cared for by the nanny. One day his mother told him that he had an older brother, and he should get close to him.

His mother took him to his big brother's house. 

He has never seen such a big mansion. There were a lot of servants. Everywhere he looked, the things screamed royalty. The maids informed him that his big brother wasn't home, and he should wait in the living room.

He started playing with the things around him, then he got bored and went upstairs. He found a big room with a lot of books and magnificent toys. He had never seen toys like these before. He started playing with them, and by accident, he broke one of the toys. At the same time, his older brother came back and saw what he did.

Tristan was so angry and beat him. 

The maids came and apologized to Tristan. They knew he never let anyone enter his room. Rupert cried and went home. He complained to his mother. He will never play with his older brother again.

His mother told him that he should curry favor with his big brother. He did not understand what she meant at that time. As he grew up, he learned, his big brother can make his life very easy.

The first time he went to the bar with his friends, he wanted the bar to serve them their imported drinks. They refused, saying that it's only for the VIP members. He used his brother's name and got it.

He always used his big brother's name whenever he needed favors, or when he wanted to get out of sticky situations.

"This time, you got drunk in a bar and misbehaved with the staff. When they told you to leave the bar, you and your friends raised your fists. Later, you used the Ambrosio name when the bar owners threatened you with the police," Tristan looked up from his document, giving him a deadly stare.

He had a business to run, and he was not interested in these young boys' fights.

"Brother, please," Rupert pleaded.

"I don't care what you do out there. You are not supposed to misuse the Ambrosio name," Tristan told him sternly.

"Do not let me catch you again. You think you can have fun using my name. Remember that my name can also get you banned in this city.

Now leave before I change my mind," Tristan warned him.

"I'm really sorry, brother. This will never happen again," Rupert apologized and left. He certainly did not want to anger Tristan more than he already had.

"Did you know what Rupert did?" Tristan questioned PA Jack.

"Yes… he was your brother so….," he shivered. He has been by his boss's side for many years. He thought Rupert was his stepbrother, so it was okay.

Heck, he should have known. Tristan was never fond of his brother. But, it's also true that his boss never seemed affectionate with anyone. He has never seen his boss giving any special privileges to anyone.

"Well, he doesn't have Ambrosio in his name, does he? So he is not my brother. Keep an eye on him, if anything over the top happens, let me know."

Jack let out a breath, knowing his boss, he let him go with a warning.

Tristan was stressed. He rubbed his hands on his forehead. He was born in the Ambrosio family. People thought he was born with a silver spoon, and he had everything he wanted, but that was not true.

The one person that truly mattered to him was not there. His family was broken-up a long time ago. His father was a very important businessman, so he was rarely home. Most of the time, he was on business trips.

But when he was at home, his father really took care of him, pampered him, and taught him many things. Even though he didn't spend a lot of time with his father, the times they spent together were still some of his best memories.

His mother wanted him to be the best at everything. During his childhood, he did not understand why his mother wanted him to be the best in everything. His mother only loved him when he got good marks or won at a competition.

One time he came home and hugged his mother after getting hurt in school. He thought she would console him. Instead, she scolded him for getting bloodstains on her new dress. 

The nanny came to console him and put the medicine on his wounds. It was Sports day at school, and he saw one of his classmates get hurt. His mother came and hugged him. She kissed him on the check and consoled him. Tristan always thought his mom would be the same. But when he came home one day he learned she was not sweet and gentle like the other moms.

He ran to his mom and hugged her. He wanted her to console him because he got hurt in school. Instead of consoling him, she scolded him for getting bloodstains on her new dress. He was surprised. Why did she do that?

The nanny had to come and console him, she also put the medicine on his wounds.

Tristan��s classmates were always envious of him having the newest stuff. But, what they didn't know was that he was always envious of them because their moms cared about them.

He got attention from his mom only when he won competitions. So he always did his best to win.But he got tired of that, fast. He started to flunk and skip his classes. He hung out with his seniors. 

When he started failing, his mother started paying attention to him. This made him happy. But once he got back on track, she looked the other way.

Later, his mother left them. She caused him so much misery. He ended up hating her. They once had a happy family, or so he thought. 

He hated everything about her. He never wanted to have anything to do with her again.