Afton Family Real Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anya’s POV: The Helsen family was a big, influential family and a preeminent family in V city. Although, I was also the well-born daughter of wealthy family, I was married before. In the eyes of Helsen family’s elders, this was completely unacceptable. In particular, my reputation was not very good. I was considered fairly infamous in V city and X City. Kester’s third aunt, Yasmine Helsen also seized me up arrogantly, “Welcome, Miss Walter!”

My father was certain that the mother and daughter my husband brought back from Southern River were the daughter and granddaughter of an impeached official. As such, he locked them up. Afton Springfield, my husband, begged for my father’s mercy for seven days and nights outside the palace. This caused my father to fly into a rage. He wanted to get us divorced and execute Afton. To appease my father, I had begged him to release the mother and daughter as well in the previous timeline, even though I was heavily pregnant. Feeling resigned, my father sent the mother—Melinda—and daughter to the army as soldier servants. He also spared Afton and ordered him to treat me well so that he would

“Plus La Bonita and the Wishing Well.” She blinked. “Your brother owns all three?” “Yes. My brother is Trent Younger, although I’m actually younger than him.” He rolled his eyes at his pun and Violet laughed. She hadn’t heard anything about Ash’s family, although in Fair Haven, the family that was most talked about was the Thorntons. They were the most prestigious—and wealthy—family living in the town, and Martha had told her all about the huge mansion in the hills where the parents still lived. They also had a bunch of children—five, six, seven? Something like that.

This was no coincidence. After searching nonstop, I finally found a suspicious figure at the back door of the rehabilitation center. I recognized him at a glance. It was Afton. I went straight to Mia's family residence. Afton was drinking tea lazily. When he saw me, he gave me a fake smile. "Why, Ryan... What are you doing here? Couldn't make it out there, so you came back to beg Mia for forgiveness?" I stared at him. "Are you behind Madam Lawson's death?"

I said, “They can’t be my family. I’m nothing like them.” Enzo looked at me, “The Ashfords are something else. You know how many times I’ve tried to speak to them, network with them? They are one of those very few families that live an extremely private life. They contribute immensely to the world through their businesses, but they never make a public appearance. What were the chances that you were their granddaughter all along?” “Close to none, I guess.” I said, “I don’t know what to do with this information, Enzo.”

Ashton planned to talk about this on some other day as he didn't want to ruin his family's mood but ever since he came back home, constant questions from his family members made him spill the truth. "Mom... You don't have to lie. I am not even mad at you because you always loved me. You always took care of me the same way you took care of Aiden. You never compared or did any sort of wrong with me. It's just... I need to know who my real parents are or how I got into this family in the first place. I need to know who I am before... Before I make any damage..." Ashton was confident with every word that came out of his mouth but the moment he remembered that he was not a human but a wolf, his t

“Riley, please—” But before I could get another word in, Ashton stood up. His voice came in strong and steady—more grounded than I could ever hope to be right now. “Riley,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “Hey, buddy. Listen to me, okay?” Riley didn’t look at him, but the crying slowed just a little. “Avery’s not Aurora’s real sister,” Ashton said firmly. “She’s just someone she… sees like a sister. Because she’s got no one left. You understand? Avery isn’t family. Not really.”

He'd died and left their lives in utter shambles. Ashton had come home and done everything in his power to put the family back into a good position. But his mother hadn't responded to his actions with joy. Rather, she'd told him that his need for money and power had made him just like his father. The words had cut deep, and the coldness he'd felt from her since that day had left him wounded and angry. Even the memory left a bitter taste in his mouth. Needless to say, family dinners at Lennox House were damned awkwardwhen he bothered to come home for them.

When the rogues kidnapped me, my father, my brother, and my fiancé wouldn't even give three hundred dollars as ransom. Yet they threw tens of millions dollars at my adopted sister's birthday celebration while I was butchered by rogues who never got their payment. The adoptive sister’s parents died saving me, and after my family took her in, she became the center of attention—and the most important person—in our home. But when they got my death finally, they all fell into deep sorrow.

She smiled as they hopped into the car. Attracta had just come home from hanging with Yetty when her phone rang it was unknown number. "Hello?" She picked up the call. "Attracta." A voice she recognized all too well called her name. "What do you want?" She snapped. "I just want to talk." "What about?" "You, us, our family." "I don’t think you're in the right position to say that." She yawned. "Must you be so headstrong at times?!" Her mum snapped.