Novel & Cerita Afton Family Michael

"Michael's agent said he liked their stuff, so I grabbed a box for him last time I was overseas. Michael got beat up and jailed. Mr. Eaton Sr. bailed him out." Her words were jumbled, but the trio pieced it together. "You're saying Michael is Illuminati?" Randy gaped. "No way. He's been with us the whole time. Gotta be a mix-up, right?" "I don't know," Debra said. "I'm lost. But if Michael's one of them, he's after the Eaton family. I couldn't figure out why the Illuminati turned on him, but if he's one of them, it all clicks."

About Michael, her first husband, who had died too young. “Michael,” Victoria said. “After my first husband. He was a good man. He would have loved this family.” Nathaniel was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. “Michael. And maybe... James. After my grandfather. He was the only one in my family who ever believed in me.” “Michael James Hamilton.” Victoria tested the name on her tongue. It felt right. Solid. Full of history and hope. “Michael James,” Nathaniel repeated. “Our son.”

Her logic was impeccable, and I knew that continuing to lie would only make her distrust me more. Realizing I had no other choice, I decided to come clean. Aunt Carol wasn’t unreasonable; she just wanted the truth. I could only hope that being honest would not worsen the situation. Kate and I had gone through too much to risk everything now. "Alright," I said, taking a deep breath. "I’ll tell you everything. His name is Michael, and he’s from the royal Lycan family." "The royal Lycan family. No wonder," Aunt Carol muttered, her tone thoughtful.

Nine out of ten times, Michael found only empty halls and echoing footsteps. The one who seemed to notice-and sometimes tolerate-his persistence was Elias Frost, the Frost Family's sharp-tongued young patriarch. Their families shared business dealings, though Michael, a long-lost illegitimate son returning from a distant pack, had no real place in those circles. Elias had heard rumors about him, of course, but no business had ever required their interaction-until now.

She said softly, "Mr. Ziegler, it's okay. Will you come again?" Her delicate features were brimming with sincerity, but Dexter had no intention of setting foot in that place. He had acted like a fool long enough, and he was more sober than ever now. He shook his head before driving away into the distance. … Michael's parents were no longer here. He had just a few family members left. His son, Sawyer, was 12 years old and already growing into a young boy. His daughter, Tina, was only 3 years old, and she was at an age where she loved following people around.

“I will ask the maid to prepare a room for you. It's too early to be back in New York. Sleep there until breakfast time. I'm sure Abigail would love to see you come to see our baby, Mike." Mikael took a deep breath. After getting stuck with troublesome Claire, should he also allow himself to be trapped in this unexpected family gathering? He doesn't know when he last met Abigail—his cousin. Even so far, he had never known Alfonso directly. All he knew was that Abigail married a businessman and lived in Ohio with her husband. However, he didn't think that Alfonso knew him as Mikael… not Michael—the only son of the Williams family.

From there she can see that they are probably not in good terms. “I should be careful of them.” Evelyn thinks to herself. She continues to research on the family, Michael’s father the first son of the family died in an accident when he was just 15 years old. Since then, the burden of the whole family has been on Michael’s shoulder. His uncle must be angry to know that instead of him taking over the family, the succession was passed to his brother’s teenage son. “That must be why they are not in good terms.” She thinks to herself.

Walter, Michael's father was just as shocked. Ashton smirked.

concerned. I turned to him, meeting his golden gaze. "I don’t get to rest until my sons are safe." Ashton held my stare for a long moment before nodding. "Then let’s get them back soon." I exhaled, finally looking away. Yes. Michael was dead. But his brothers were still breathing. And I wouldn’t stop. Not until I burned their entire world to the ground.

Either the men were too green and got scared off by a few words from the Olson family, or they were too weak and vanished from Goldmont the moment the Olson family made a move. Winnie had heard from Veronica that the breakup money her "ex-boyfriends" had taken from the Olson family was probably enough to last her several lifetimes. Michael's throat tightened. He almost blurted out—What about me? Why, even now, was it still not his turn? Did she really dislike him that much—that she could marry just anyone, but not him? "In Goldmont, the family the Olsons can't easily touch is the Morrison family," Michael said in a low voice.