Aunt Meg Mga Nobela at Kwento

" The voice belonged to Mandy Lewis, the woman who had been on the bed together with Sean last Valentine's Day. She looked at me with a smug grin. "Oh, so you're the one who, five years ago, wanted to eat cake so badly that it led to your parents' fatal car crash? You're a jinx, you know that? You killed your own parents. Sean did the right thing dumping you. "What's next? Planning to off his uncle too?" Her words cut through me like a blade, the pain so intense that I could not catch my breath.

She barely looked up at me, but the way she chewed on her bottom lip told me she was tense. And then there was my aunt, Margaret. She was the loudest of them all. Her arms flailed dramatically as she turned to my mother. "Do you see? I told you this girl would ruin everything!" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I didn't like when my aunt came visiting. She was annoying, especially with words. "Ruin what exactly?" I asked, keeping my tone normal. Aunt Margaret scoffed. "Oh, don’t act clueless, Ava! Do you have any idea how bad this looks? After everything we’ve done to secure your future—"

She grinned at her perky aunt. “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.” “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

"Hey Amy!!!" She turned around to see who called her . "Ha..sister Clara!!" Clara rushed towards Amy in excitedly .Clara was one of the senior colleagues and fiance of her late uncle.Amy always doted on her for any help,she was more like a sister to her .Clara always helped amy in need of any .If it wasn't for the death of her uncle she would have been her aunt now. Even though her uncle died , Clara still hold his beloved niece as her own .

she asked, surprised. Damien nodded. Just then, their youngest, Maxey, who had been munching on toast at the breakfast table, looked up with wide, excited eyes. “Aunt Regie is here? Really?” “Can we go say hi to Aunt Reggie and take her breakfast too?” Maxey added with his most dramatic puppy eyes, already imagining the joy of surprising his aunt. Anastasia laughed softly. “Forgetting your mummy already for Aunt Reggie, huh?”

She stopped the car and watched as Margaret's car sped off. She smiled, taking out her phone to call Alison. A couple of seconds later, Alison answered the phone. “Hi, Aunt, how are you? Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Just had a little fun with the car, nothing much. How about you?” “I'm okay," she replied, "what do you mean by you had a little fun with the car? Is it the one you just bought? Megan chuckled, "I think so. Yeah, it is." There was a pause as if Alison was expecting her to say more.

"There. Done." "Eudora—" "Dad, I love you. I love Bronwyn. I gave you my blessing and I meant it." She pocketed her phone. "Aunt Margaret is grieving and bitter and taking it out on you guys. But I'm not going to let her poison this family with her pain."

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

Belina scoffed, her voice laced with venom. Rose, standing nearby, snorted with disgust. “Goodness, Uncle Damien married a devil like himself.” Jeana couldn’t help herself. “That wretch used to be your son’s girlfriend, Aunt Belina,” she sneered, her words dripping with spite. Belina gasped, looking at Aaron with shock and disbelief. “Aaron… is that true?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Aaron’s face hardened, the anger in his eyes barely contained. “She’s a nobody’s mother. I know her well,” he muttered, turning away from them, unable to bear the looks of pity or judgment.