Afton Family Real Life Novels & Stories

he said, mirroring what his father always said. I pressed my lips together in a thin, straight line, wanting to tell that boy some good truths, but he was my son, and it wasn't his fault for what his father taught him. I just sighed and left his room with dirty clothes and a frustrated look. We lived in a big mansion outside of Denver. The Morton family was the richest in the region; they had great prestige and influence over the city as they owned the largest investment company in the region, which made them increasingly rich.

Not only was he rich but also came from a powerful background, the Ashton family which was the richest and largest family in the city. Pleasing a man like Noah Ashton wouldn't go unrecognized. The least attention could lift his image among the elites and he believed if that happens he would be able to control half of the country's population.

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"

's chairman wasn't Tristan at all. "Ad Astra Inc.? The Keaton family?" I asked curiously on purpose, cocking an eyebrow. "I think I've heard of them before. They're a very formidable family. But I didn't know they had a daughter called Ophelia Keaton." Ophelia hadn't expected me to behave so calmly. In her experience, anyone who heard of Centuria's Keaton family and Ad Astra Inc. usually reacted in awe or jealousy. They were never suspicious like I was.

The dishes smelled good and tasted delicious. Old Madam Benson asked Tail to have dinner as she asked with concern, “Tail, where do you live? Who are your parents?” Tail put down the silver spoon, sat upright, blinked her big eyes, looked at Old Madam Benson, and replied seriously, “I live in the Atherton Manor. My father is Edwin Atherton, and my mother is Joanne Winters.” “The little girl is Edwin’s daughter!” Elder Benson was surprised and looked at Tail meaningfully. The Atherton family was as influential as the Benson family in Sapphire family. They often competed with the Benson family’s company, the Alnus Group in business.

Afgan felt increasingly trapped in the mystery of his family and decided to seek more help. He contacted Achmed, his father, in the hope that his family's power and influence could help clarify the matter. “Dad. This is Afgan. I need your help to investigate something.” Afgan made a long-distance call to reach his father at that very moment. “Afgan, what can I do for you? You can always count on our family. How is my granddaughter Silvia?”

He asked again, “And your mom?” “She is the best mom in the world. But she is so busy,” Iva replied and she looked at Aaron with the hope that he would forgive Elaina and let them stay with them. “Tell me something about your family,” Iva changed the topic. Aaron became e sad as he remembered Myra. But he didn't let his feelings display on his face. He pulled out his phone and showed the pictures. “He is my father Austin and mother Myra,” He smiled and slid further. Iva also smiled as she already know his entire family with names and photos. Still, she remained calm.

“Ashton, this is neither the time nor the place for your presence. You have no right to barge into my office uninvited.” Ashton smirked running a lazy gaze on both siblings, “Oh, come on, Marwick. Don't be so uptight. I heard there was a little family gathering going on, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to see my dear daughter and her growing bump.” Everyone around them knew, Ashton never owned Ashley or her dying mother. He was never sincere with anyone. Nor his late wife or his kids. He even hated his father for disowning him from the property and handing over everything to Marwick.

Before I could even make sense of it, Autumn flipped it open and began to read aloud. "February 1, 2024. The real daughter of the Westwood family, Autumn, came home today. She was skinny, dark, and scared of everything. Mom and Dad said she'd suffered a lot out there, and that I should always give in to her, no matter what." As her voice rang out, a giant screen behind the altar flickered to life. A grainy photo appeared. It was Autumn wearing a faded flannel shirt and cheap jeans, standing stiffly in the corner.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face