Arie Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The next one was of Alfie and Sammy having their pieces of burgers as well. I laughed. The pictures were so cute. They were so sweet—Aria and the dogs. Gosh, I wondered if I’d get diabetes from the constant exposure to such a cute, sweet child. “What is it?” Andy asked curiously. I leaned over and showed him the photos Aria sent. Andy glanced through them and asked, “Mr. Maxwell’s daughter?” I nodded. “Aria. Isn’t she cute?” Andy laughed. “Yeah. She is. Well?”

she said, amusement lacing her voice. "No, we don’t," Arlyle insisted. "You survived losing your memories, you found your way back to us, and you’re not afraid to fight for what’s yours." Aria’s heart swelled with emotion. She reached out, ruffling his hair. "I’ll always fight for my family." The triplets beamed. Master Fu observed the scene with quiet contemplation. It was clear now. Aria wasn't just surviving, she was thriving. And the bond between her and Kian? Unbreakable. As the warmth of the evening settled into their bones, a single shadow loomed over them.

Cara lamented. “I would never have guessed either,” Aria admitted. “I still feel as if I'm stuck in a dream, and I'll be waking up any moment from now.” “Oh my friend, I can tell you it's not a dream. You really have a dad, and you're a billionaire heiress. Not just any heiress but the heiress of the Morgan family. Oh my friend, I’m so happy for you,” Cara gushed, and Aria smiled. Cara's excitement was infectious, and it caused Aria to loosen up a little after her talk with Jordan.

We walk out to the main living area. The noise hits us. Laughter. Shouting. The beep of toys. Aria is there, looking exhausted but happy. She’s thirty-six now, a senator for the Global Hybrid Coalition. Her eyes still glow violet when she’s stressed. Kai is showing his son how to disassemble a drone. Emma is reading a physical book to her daughter. It’s chaos. It’s family. I sit on the sofa. A teenage girl sits next to me. Maya. Aria’s oldest. Sixteen.

she said as Nana Salome just nodded to her. Ariana seemed to be floating in the air as she went down the stairs. She could not forget the argument between her father and her brother in the study room. She couldn’t help but be sad. She thought that everyone would accept her and everyone was happy for her to be part of their family. But she just thought that, because of all the possible objections to her being part of the dela Vega family, Brian was the last person that would come to her mind. Why is that? They're best friends, so why?

If she had a way to deal with his problems, she wouldn’t have to work this hard. Aria gritted her teeth, and looked at Harvey with a determined expression. “To be frank with you, the Surreys belong to one of the four great tribes, the Luster Tribe. “We have some authority when it comes to the outskirts. If you can deal with my grandfather’s problem, the Surrey family and the Luster Tribe will do anything in return!” Aria flushed when she said those words. She realized what she was getting herself into. She’d be in deep trouble if Harvey was a pervert who only wanted to get his hands on her.

Arya walks sadly towards the stairs to go to her room, but Ayden's voice stops her. “Your name is Arya Harley, your parents are Jeffrey and Mirella Harley, you were born in Omaha twenty-two years ago on August 12, 1999. You have a brother who goes by Jeff. You study medicine, and you are one of the best in your class, you have always excelled in your academic grades and that is why you got a scholarship, but your brother stole it because he is a mobster. Your mother has cancer and is sick at heart, your father is a gambler, and you have taken care of your mother for these past four years.” The young woman gasps as she hears this. He feels proud, for he has done his homework well.

Arthur said, confident he could uncover something with that information. *** Meanwhile, Cedric instructed his team to investigate Aria. “Sir, this Aria… I remember she’s the wife of the ATTA Group CEO and currently the VP,” Paddy briefed him. He recounted everything recent regarding her. Cedric frowned deeply, especially hearing how the Jepsons had harassed Kane and Aria. “There are many business connections in New York linked to Aria,” Paddy warned. “She’s not an ordinary heiress. Her parents were commoners, and I heard she was adopted.”

It was a strange thing for a woman in our world and Ariia had most definitely been brought up in our world. Born and raised into one of the most notorious crime families in the country, maybe even the world now seeing her brother and her adoptive uncle , ominously named the “judge” had started making massive dents in Europe. “In here Aria.” I called out into the hallway after her, lifting my coffee cup to take a sip of the scorching black liquid. It was all a show of course, I didn't taste it, my eyes were too busy taking her in. She wept through the doorway, in one of the dresses I had furnished her with. Shapely calves tanned and muscled and her feet bare.

William nodded, and Joe did too, a bit slower. I ruffled Joe’s hair. “We’re all going to be okay, okay?” “Okay, Dad,” Joe said and moved back to his chair. “Try not to eat too many sweets and get a tummy ache, okay?” “Okay…” they both agreed. Leaving the kitchen, I headed for the living room. There, Aria sat on the couch, her gaze utterly transfixed on the television screen. There, a reporter stood in front of our house. “The question remains, just who is this Aria woman?” the reporter was saying. “Is she a live-in mistress? She seems rather comfortable with the children, so perhaps she is a nanny?”