Novel & Cerita Did Geto Kill His Parents

“Remember the deal that got your parents killed?” Matteo’s voice was low, dangerous. “What about it?” “That was us.” The Don’s grin widened. “We were the family in that deal. Changed our name after your parents’ deaths—too much heat from the FBI.” Matteo’s eyes burned. “You’re the ones who killed my parents?”

Wait. “Yeah, yeah, you did you a great job getting rid of the biggest and wealthiest CEO’s in the world. Well done. Or do you want me to give you a grand celebration for you killing Terry and Gabriella Bristol-Romano all so you could get their precious little tesoro?” I gasp and jolt upright. My heart beats frantically in my chest. The water drips from my face. No! No! No! they didn’t? they did not conspire to kill my parents to get to me. They didn’t do that. No, they didn’t, right?

"You see when my parents died.. Emilio Deloitte was the one who killed them, I saw him with my very eyes and to top it all, he was my father's best friend, he was a traitor and I swear to God, I'm gonna make him pay for every cries and blood and left my parents that night" Martin gritted his teeth angrily as he spoke.

"You've said it yourself, if it's the first name that came to mind, it's because you know he's a dangerous man who will push you towards an abyss of uncertainty and problems. You have to stay away from him before it's too late, Georgia. You can't forget what he did to your parents. Could you really be with the very same killer of your parents?" "You're wrong, you don't know what you're talking about. Alessandro isn't the killer, when they died he was just a teenager." "When your parents died, he was being trained to kill people, just like they did to them. He has your parents' blood on his hands." Georgia covered her ears, suddenly feeling dizzy. "I don't understand why you're telling me thi

GILDEON Everything Drusden’s memory fragments had carved open for him slammed back into place at once. His father, Daego, and his wife, Ragina. The clash with the Greater Beasts. His father stumbling home with an infant in his arms. The Dark Plane yawning open like a wound. “You’re the one who lied to me,” Gildeon growled. “About who my parents were. About how my father—General Daego—died.” Haemos’s salamander eyes narrowed to burning slits. “How did you know about that?” he demanded.

Don Victorino said, his disappointment evident. "Where are Uno's parents? Why weren't they at our wedding?" Manuela asked when Don Victorino mentioned them, furrowing his brow. "Didn't Joaquin tell you that his parents are gone? His father died at the hands of his enemies, which is why Joaquin took over the mafia clan his father left behind at a young age. His mother, my daughter, died saving Joaquin from a bullet meant for him. A grandson's life as the new don of his father's legacy is dangerous, but I accepted it and supported him. Didn't Joaquin mention this?" Don Victorino stated and asked again.

I still couldn't put one and two together over the fact that Diego was the one who killed my parents, and I felt horrible, as if I was betraying my poor parents who were unjustly killed by him. But why didn't I recognize him? I guess my memory was so sparse that I couldn't quite put a take on his facial features, but at least I should have known, in one way or another, and the guilt weighed me down. The worst part of it all was that he knew what he did, he knew he killed my parents. I guess he found out during that conversation before in his vehicle when I had showed him the bite mark, no wonder he acted so weird after what I said and even had to drive off with his cock dangling from in-betw

The mastermind behind the killing of his parents was his grandfather, Martin, not uncle Victor. "Don't worry, my lovely Toby," Martin blinked away his feigned tears, continuing, "Your Uncle Victor wasn't as fortunate as you, relying on the potion your father left to restore his shifting ability. "Now, he's lying in the backyard of the New York pack house. Perhaps, he's already reunited with your parents." Martin calmly delivered the news of Victor's death, as if he were talking about someone other than his own son. Shaking his head, Martin sighed, "As a father, it pains me to have killed my own child. But he lost his shifting ability and still planned to kill me. I had no choice but to execu

"You took her away from me! The one person that saw me for who I am. The one person that didn't care about my stupid fucking surname. You killed her!" Aito stepped over the sand and glass and stood in front of his father. Blood oozed from under his feet, the glass piercing deep into his flesh but he didn't feel any pain for the one within was greater than any other. He was a crying mess. His entire face was red. He was breathing laboriously as he stared at his father like he was the devil himself. "Are you happy now?" he asked, sniffling. "You must feel great, don't you, Mr Yamamoto? You won right? You just couldn't feel like a man until you killed a teenage girl."

“ Get out, get out!” I reached for the remote next, and Nick rushed forward trying to stop me, but I already hurled it. It missed, but shattered on the floor into loud, sharp pieces. “Elena, calm down!” Nick begged, reaching out like he was going to hold me still. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” I snapped. “He killed them, Nick. My parents. He killed them and he lied! He slept next to me every night, looked me in the face and lied to me that everything would be fine, he promised me nick he…”