Novel & Cerita Carta A Mi Sobrino

I will defend you this time, my brother, you won't remember anything, but you have me, I will be your memory. I take out my phone and start checking the news on the entertainment pages. Wow, they really have a good show set up for my brother, ha, ha, ha.... Bravo Chris, you found the best solution! Ha, ha, ha... Isabella Sardino, where have I heard that name before? I started writing her a message. "You did well this time, you have my full support." "Really? Do you think it's a good idea?" "Yes, my brother. I'm on my way."

I flipped through them, they were all blank and officially stamped. “You just have to write down whatever name you want. Care, you go and live your life. And don’t ever look back.” “I… What about you?” “I’ll be happy knowing that you are no longer in danger. And when I find a way to out rule our father I’ll come for you.” Two trails of tears slipped down my cheeks and I watched as my little, brave brother blinked rapidly to not cry. I hugged him tight. “I am going to miss you.” “Me too.” He said, his voice gruff. “Now, take this…” He pushed a wad of cash in my hand. “Its about ten thousand, I couldn’t manage more than it.”

“So… parents?” The word landed like a slap. My gaze locked on the road ahead. Jaw clenched. “Gone.” He tensed beside me. “Shit. I-I’m sorry.” “It was a long time ago,” I said flatly. He didn’t push. After a moment, he asked, “Got any siblings?” “Nope.” “I’ve got a little brother,” he offered, a smile audible in his voice. “Caleb. He’s a menace, but he’s my favorite human. Smart as hell. Talks back to everyone. I’m convinced he’ll either run the world or blow it up.”

Looking at my brother’s and Emma’s clothes hanging there, I suddenly zoned out. It turned out that the signs had been there all along. I was only fooling myself. At some point, I had become the one who didn’t belong in this family. I picked up the last apple in the house and took a bite. Back then, my cousin, Emma Hunter, said she wanted an apple, and everyone in the family told me to give it to her. So I cut the apple in half, one half for each of us. However, all I got was Mom’s scolding.

I didn't finish my sentence when my name was called. "Bro!" I exclaimed as I turned to see my brother waving at me (William's Brother: James Carter is William Carter's youngest sibling and his second favorite in the family; William is the first. James hates it, but he hides it so he can appear to be a kind and caring brother to William, who is his eldest sibling. James Carter is also a secret mafia boss and one of his father's enemies.). I murmured, "Tsk, I didn't even get her phone number."

"Come on, Domi. I have missed you, sister." I smiled wryly, hearing that teasing, annoying tone. I ignored him even though he was clinging to me like a koala. Ismael Jackson Cantavalle, our 2nd brother and Papa's 4th pup, 22 years old, had the same mother as Arthur. He was the most annoying brother I could ever have since this man was kind of... touchy. He liked to cling to one of us—most especially to me. He would pester me until I exploded.

The thrill of the unknown ahead ignited a spark of exhilaration within me. Raphael was my late Uncle James Mariano's son, my mother's brother, which makes him my cousin, his my best friend, second in command, and a skilled sharpshooter. He was only two years younger than I was. No one knew of his existence until his parents died, and my parents took him in. He was only ten years old then; I was twelve, and since then, we have been inseparable. I feel somewhat sorry for him. My parents are alive, and they give me their greatest legacy.

Just listen to him and get over it. My parents’ messages popped up next. The first was from my father. [Why are you kicking up a fuss? Alan’s got enough trouble finding someone. He finally found Julia, and she’s carrying our family’s heir!] [You’re a grown woman with a job. Why do you need to be using your brother’s supplementary card? Can’t you afford to buy your own coffee?] My mother’s message came right after. [Sofia, I know you’ve always got your own ideas about things. But this really wasn’t intentional, right? Your brother finally got engaged, and you just had to order a coffee with his card to annoy your sister-in-law.]

"I know you must feel hurt or furious for hiding my death.” I burst into tears hearing it. My knees gave up. Dante held me tight to his side. Clara couldn't hold back her tears either. Dante gently guided my head on his chest, securing me from falling. It hurt so much losing my favourite brother. "I never wanted you to see me like this, baby sister." Her voice cracked as she read the letter. "There's no other reason. I wish to have you as my only sibling in the next life. I don't want to see you cry. Always pursue what you like and what brings you happiness. I left you something in your cupboard. That all is yours, my baby sister. I love you the most, see you in the next life!" She finished