A Family Beyond Blood Ties Dailymotion Novels & Stories

"Hear that? Your mom is simply reaping what she sowed. This has nothing to do with me—" I didn't even get to finish speaking when Jonathan suddenly shoved me hard. "Even if my mom did this, can't you just let it go? Don't you know how to respect your elders? Especially since she's your future mother-in-law! We're all family, so do you have to be so damn petty?" I stumbled back at the force of his shove. If it weren't for the officer catching me in time, I would've likely tumbled down the stairs.

It was okay. We’re here. The brothers are horrified. Disgusted. Your father is the half-blood. The real threat. The one who helped ruin the company? The one who engineered the merger collapse? The one that hurt us? The one that tried to break us? Victor is your half-brother? From your father’s other relationship? The family dynamic collapses right now? But we fight together. As family. For the first time. We choose each other. Every night.

"Your mother is sick, and Jennifer's condition is unstable. Our family can't afford any more problems." I closed my book and met his gaze without responding. He took a deep breath. Then, as if making a difficult decision, he began, "I know you might've felt wronged by certain things that had happened in this household in the past. But regardless of what happened, we're still family. We're still bound by blood." "A family?" I murmured before letting out a quiet and detached laugh. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think this current body of mine is related to any of you by blood," I said.

With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that. That same morning, a viral video exploded across major social media platforms. The title read, “Daughter abandons parents to marry a seventy-year-old man and steals their retirement savings!” When I clicked in, it was set to overly sentimental background music. Mom was sitting in a mediation room, crying uncontrollably. The host asked her, “Ma’am, why did your daughter cut ties with you?” Mom covered her face and sobbed. “She wants to marry a 70-year-old man. When my husband and I disagreed, she fought with us…”

My life, cataloged like a dossier. My throat went dry. I shuffled through the pile with trembling fingers. More photos. My mother at the market, my father shaking hands with a man I didn’t recognize. My younger brother on his motorcycle before he was sent to America. Each moment captured from a distance, as if someone had been watching us. And then—the house. My family’s estate. Pictures of my father shaking hands with men I didn’t recognize. Men with hard eyes and cruel smiles. Some pages were crossed out, black bars slashing across lines of text, but one word appeared again and again.

Quinn was astounded. Liesel bowed her head while stirring her coffee. The cold air in the room made Quinn's legs feel a little chilly. Noticing this, Liesel got up to adjust the thermostat. She leaned against the conference table and said, "Blood relation is not everything. As long as the love is genuine, you can be family even if you don't share any blood. "However, without love, even if you're connected by blood, you'll end up completely engulfed with nothing left behind."

Dom laughed, his laugh was so rich and warm. "You know blood doesn't always matter. Our moms are a lot like you and Mels, sisters without blood ties. Family isn't always who's blood related to you. Family is always who you feel in your heart will have your side through thick and thin." I looked up into his golden brown eyes. "Would you be by my side through thick and thin?" I asked. Dominic put his hand on my shoulder.

In the freezing morgue, my parents clung to each other, sobbing in agony. They finally regretted their actions, crying for me. However, no matter how loudly they cried, I could never come back. David’s knees gave out again, and he kneeled beside me in tears. He tried to take my hand, but there was no intact skin left. It had rotted down to exposed bone. He sobbed, pulling at his hair, and slapped his own face over and over. Laura stayed far away, terrified of the bad luck. She eventually ran to the bathroom to throw up.

In that last second, I saw my mother watching television nearby. She just glanced over with a look of pure indifference. She did not care if I lived or died. My body was flung through the window and struck the icy ground below. I froze solid on the way down, and my body shattered when I landed. My blood was frozen. Before I lost consciousness, I saw my own mangled remains scattered across the ice. In the frozen apocalypse, my own family killed me and ended my miserable life. This time, I would not make the same mistake twice.

Scott's POV My life was nothing but imperfect and that was my ugly truth and she was about to find out about it too" and so I owed her an explanation before I introduced her to the people I called family" I drew my breath thinking of words I would say that wouldn't scare her way" but who was I kidding my family was a circus, my ex-wife was married to my step brother and my parents hated each other guts" but because of grandma they were forced to sit on the same table today" and also not to mention me and my father we're currently at war"