Aunt Quotes

Isa lang ang gusto ni Aryen Romero sa buhay niya at iyon ay ang makapagtapos ng pag-aaral. Ulilang lubos mula pagkabata at nakuntento sa puder ng mapanglait at mapanakit niyang tiya. Papasok siya bilang isang katulong sa isa sa pinakamayamang pamilya sa Laveda. Sa sobrang yaman ng mga ito ay kahit sino sa bayan nila ay nangangarap na mapabilang sa pamilya Lizares, at isa na ang Tita niya. Her Aunt's thirst for wealth awakened when she knew about her work. Inutusan siya nitong akitin ang tagapagmana ng mga Lizares at kung hindi niya iyon gagawin ay palalayasin siya ito at hahayaang tumira sa kalsada. Hindi totoo ang mga diyos sa mitolohiya pero mukhang naisasabuhay ito ni Armiel Frederick Lizares. At talaga nga namang sobrang imposible na maaakit niya ito dahil sa kasamaan ng ugali na parang ang tingin sa lahat ng mga mahihirap ay mukhang pera. But as she know him well, she discovered something deep in him behind his rich face, and lifestyle. Sa sandaling panahon ay nagawa niyang ibigay ang lahat-lahat sa binata. Pero hindi kailanman pabor sa kanya ang tadhana. Nalaman ni Armiel ang plano ng Tita niya at lubos itong nagalit na pinagtabuyan siya na nagpadurog sa kanya ng husto. Nang lumayo siya sa binata ay nalaman niyang dinadala niya ang bunga ng isang gabing mainit nilang pinagsaluhan. At kahit anong hirap ang hinarap niya dahil doon ay determinado siyang huwag ipaalam dito ang tungkol sa anak. Pero talagang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Gaano man niya itago ang anak ay lalabas at lalabas pa rin ang katotohanan. Paano niya haharapin ang galit nito sa ginawa niyang pagtago sa anak nila? Will he believe that she's not after his wealth? Will the chain of love between them could hold them two together again—or not?

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Being the only daughter of the Calhoun family, a mafia family in Merovia, I am doted on like a princess. This changes when I turn 18, when Mom dies. On the way back from a family meeting, the car blows up, and Mom shields me beneath her. Even as she lies in a pool of blood, her gaze is tender as she says to me, "Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. I love you." Still, after Mom's death, everyone in the family starts blaming me for what happened, including Dad and my older brother, William Calhoun. I go from being the princess of the family to the jinx that everyone hates. Soon after that, Dad brings home a new adopted daughter, Juliet Calhoun. William favors her and detests me. Even my childhood sweetheart, Shawn Kramer, takes a liking to her and ignores me. Dad says his new adopted daughter is way better than his biological one. They all agree to attend my college graduation ceremony. But on the day, they end up taking Juliet onto our family's yacht and holding a cocktail party out on the water to celebrate the official addition of a new family heir. This is the 100th time they ditch me for her. Unable to stop myself from an emotional breakdown, I cry out, "I'm the one who's related to you by blood!" Dad shields Juliet, who backs away from me out of fear. Then, he slaps me on the face. "I wish I'd never had you." "Who wants to have a younger sister like you? I wish you'd died with Mom!" William roars in contempt. This time, I've decided to let it all go. I call Aunt Marissa, Mom's sister. She's the founder and a therapist at MindCare Treatment Center. "Come here. This is your home now." I know that Mom's death was a conspiracy. This isn't just me leaving, but withdrawing myself from the family entirely. I hope that the next time I meet the Calhouns, there won't be tears on my end. Instead, judgment will befall them.