A Death In The Family Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A very deep loss for the Syailendra family. Never imagined before, the death of her only brother was right on the birthday of her brother. When all eyes were fixed on the figure who was cutting his birthday cake, suddenly a gunshot boomed at the scene of the ongoing event, everyone panicked seeing the figure who was limply covered in blood. One year waiting for the uncertain results regarding who killed her brother, Miska Aluna Syailendra is determined to find out for himself who killed her brother. Even the police have closed the case of her brother's death without knowing who is behind the case of her brother's death.

He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and said, his voice cracking, "She's dead… Jasmine is dead." Dad and Mom looked like they had been struck by lightning. They stood motionless as the color drained from their faces. "No... impossible..." Mom shook her head frantically. She threw herself over my body and shook me desperately. "Jasmine, my daughter! Stop playing with me! I'm sorry, I'll never hit you again! Open your eyes and look at me, okay?" Dad stumbled back and mumbled, his eyes hollow, "It can't be... She was always really healthy... how could she die... it was just a minor surgery..."

Her face was deathly pale as the words she had said to me that night echoed over and over in her mind. She remembered that she had said, "Stop pretending you're dying and keep dragging everyone down. Just looking at you annoys me." Now, her voice took on a hint of a sob, and she trembled profusely. "I-I never wanted him to die… I just… I just thought he was annoying. I thought he was throwing a tantrum…" Watching my family's reaction, the police officer frowned deeply as contempt briefly flickered in his eyes. He had seen countless families who had lost loved ones. Some fell into hysterics, while others were overwhelmed with grief.

(End of sukoon pov) Right now all the family, friends and relatives are in malik house everyone is consoling malik family. Khan family also present there and staying with malik's zohaib and maheen sitting with sukoon who was sitting near grandpa's dead body Tears are falling from her eyes and vihaan who was standing near Adeel saw his sukoon he felt bad for her as he knows what grandpa is for her. After sometime one of the relative said I think it's time to take grandpa's body with heavy heart everyone gets agreed on this and all the men started to put grandpa's body

Brandon chimed in, "Exactly. Her heart is weak. She might just drop dead from the shock, and we won't even have to go through with the divorce." A shiver crawled up my spine. This family's cruelty knew no bounds—they were plotting my demise. If that was their game, I could not afford to play nice anymore. In the still of the night, I dialed Brandon's cousin and invited her to come over to my house in a few days.

"Start making arrangements for Emma." Mom rushed at him, hands reaching for my arm. "No, she's still warm, feel her ear, there's still warmth there. Dad, give her to me, let me hold her for a while, just warming her up will—" Grandpa turned half a step aside and didn't let her touch me. "Get a hold of yourself." He looked at her. "You locked her in that cellar and she died there. What exactly is this supposed to be for?" Mom's legs gave out. She sank to the floor.

Chapter 21: The Confrontation The air was thick with anticipation, like the calm before a storm. The family had been avoiding each other for weeks, each one lost in their own struggles, hiding truths they could no longer hold. But tonight, Mother had called a meeting—one she knew they couldn’t ignore. Gathering in the Living Room The family trickled into the living room, a mix of hesitation and resentment hanging in the air. Gail arrived first, notebook clutched tightly against her chest. She could feel the tension radiating off her siblings.

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 scrolled down reading the last part of the article in my head. The business mogul family’s death will be remembered as one of the saddest events in the city. Frank Turner and his wife died in a car accident one hour before their house went into flames. The fire brought the house to rubble with flames that could be seen for miles. The fire that killed their two children Adam, son, and Kioni, daughter. The investigations ruled no foul play one both accidents making this a case of bad luck for such a prestigious family. I closed the page and leaned back on my chair thinking. Something was off about this whole story and I was going to get to the bottom of it.