Afton Family Real Life Novels & Stories

'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.

Alfredo said, Alfredo called Anita on phone, and he said, “sweetheart, I've sent some pictures to you” “do you know that Alexander had secret family that nobody knows, the lived In another country that I'm yet to find out” he Inquired furiously, “I must find out about his wife and his children, he thought he's wise enough to hide his family” he said, “Are you of these things that you are telling me?“ She asked, because Alexander never tell me that he has wife and children, and I believe that my dad didn't know about these Information” Anita explained,

Although the Hansley family ranked far below the four richest families in the Yale area, they were among the upper-class families. Although Mr. Henrick wasn’t very familiar with the gossip of these wealthy families, he wasn’t completely deaf to it either. The forum post was obviously fabricated. It was related to Roger Zellweger and the daughter of his second wife, Regina Zellweger. Mr. Henrick ordered someone to delete the post with little thought. He didn’t expect this to happen after that.

I awkwardly cleared my throat. “I did, but trust me, that's not what brought me here because, if you remember, my father, Fosters, owns half of Georgia, so I'm filthy rich in case you think your money brought me here,” he said, and I nodded. Yes, the Fosters were the richest family in Atlanta. I grew up here and knew them well. “Okay, but like I said, I'm busy, now if you would excuse me.” I walked to my seat and sat down. “I have a lot to do,” I said, pinching in the password to the computer.

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.

The elders of the O’Connor family had also started warming up to him, perhaps because they had learned about Austin’s true identity by now. Austin was not just their private chef. He was also a member of the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon. The York family was a conglomerate worth hundreds of billions, and their position in Wiltspoon was as solid as a rock. They were involved in many industries, and their family culture was impeccable. Austin had eight brothers and cousins altogether, and it was said that each was exceptional in their own right.