A Death In The Family Novel Novels & Stories

Dad died quietly. But I knew he'd gone with things left unfinished. Regret that he hadn't seen me happy. Regret that he hadn't kept me safe. Before he died, he'd put my hand in Vivien's. His hand had been cold. Thin. Bone digging into my palm. He'd said, "You're sisters. Family is everything." He didn't know. Some family had stopped being family a long time ago. At the funeral, Vivien cried louder than anyone.

"I…don't want to compete with you for the family fortune…I don't want to target you…I don't want to get back at you…I, I…just wanted a family. A…family exactly like yours…I wanted...to feel…your feeling…of being loved…by mom. I wanted…to experience…how you felt being immersed in…a happy family, and the feeling of… having a daughter…and a wife… I am not trying…to fight you for it… I just wanted to…exchange my life…with you. Even if…it was just for a day…" Holden was too weak. However, Sebastian was heavy hearted when he heard it, then large drops of tears fell onto Holden's face. Holden smiled. His smile was so strained and his eyes were already unable to open. His eyes were shut a few times,

He became the youngest high-ranking officer in the entire unit at the age of 30. He came from an ordinary family and had earned every promotion through grit. Women lined up at his family's door hoping to marry him, yet he had never shown interest in any of them. If Alexander hadn't faked his death, our lives would never have intersected so closely, let alone ended in marriage. So why had a man like him come again and again to propose to me? Charles rubbed his nose, thinking for a long moment before he finally spoke. "You don't remember, do you? From when we were children."

"Talia... Talia's gone..." Her voice was hollow, drained of everything but despair. Dad rushed in, saw the note on the floor, and his vision nearly went black again. Their son was dead. Their daughter was gone. The family had shattered completely. The home that had once been full of noise and life now held nothing but the two of them, alone in an empty house, with nothing to keep them company but regret and despair. Talia had left without any contact information, and no one knew where she had gone. She had vanished from the city as if she had never existed.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

"Mom, Dad… I know I messed up. How long are the gods going to keep punishing me for this? He showed up again… I just wanted to start over. Why is that so hard?" From the words she forced out between broken sobs, I slowly pieced everything together. The delinquent who had tricked Mom back then had shown up again. She had gotten pregnant too young and had given birth in a dorm bathroom. That had turned her into the biggest joke in her entire school and that small town. When Grandpa got the news, he'd had a heart attack on the spot and couldn't be saved. Grandma hadn't been able to handle the blow and had followed him soon after.

He smiled back and wept at the same time. He knew she was not me, but he also knew that I would live forever in his memory. I would watch over him differently. Our family’s story, which began in the cruelest way imaginable, ended in the gentlest way possible. We said goodbye, wrapped in love. We would meet again in memory. Forever.

He paused “but when it does happen, most put a gun to their Head. Blood.” I don’t understand that, I mean I do but what would be so wrong about dying from old age? Come to think of it the eldest I’ve seen of family members are Godfather Alonzo’s age. Everyone else is around middle age. In the family marriages occur early. I wonder if it’s because of the tendency to not surpass six decades. Suddenly uncomfortable with my train of thoughts I return back to the bone of contention. Tucking my hair behind my ear I shut the book close and look at him from beneath my lashes "So can I go see my friend tomorrow?”

Dead girls don't sign checks. Uncle's dinner party. Everyone had eaten the same. No one else had collapsed. No one else had woken up here, staring at a ceiling that looked like it was closing in. In my previous life, Uncle Derek's family had been vultures, not murderers. They'd picked at my father's trust fund like crows on carrion, but they'd never dared to kill the golden goose. Dead girls don't pay allowances. So who?