Dysfunctional Family Therapy Bl

On the day of my birthday, my adopted sister, Juliette Griffin, and I get into a car accident. The flames are already licking me hungrily, and yet my fiance, Leon Sinclair, points at the front passenger seat. "Save Juliette first! She has a heart disease!" When I wake up, I'm completely disfigured. At most, I only have one month left to live. Later on, my family decides that Juliette will marry Leon on my behalf for the sake of our families' interests. Leon caresses my bandaged face with heartbreak in his eyes. He then vows to me, "Once you get better, the position of Mrs. Sinclair is still yours." I just smile and say okay. I even give all of my shares, properties, and my unpublished artwork to Juliette as her pre-wedding gifts. Just like that, Juliette becomes a famous artist by publishing my artwork. When the reporters interview Mom, she's so happy that she bursts into tears. "I'm so glad that Juliette isn't the one who got badly hurt in the accident! Otherwise, we'd have lost a genius!" Leon also announces in a high-profile manner that Juliette will be his one and only wife. But what they don't know is that the actual genius is gazing at them coldly from a corner. The things that I've voluntarily given away from the start are actually offerings meant for my vengeance.

I still have a week before my due date when a truck suddenly hits me, sending me flying several feet and leaving me bleeding profusely on the ground. As I lose consciousness, I call my husband, Wallace Brown, begging him to rush over and save our unborn child, only for him to reply coldly, "It's Beth's 18th birthday party today, Meryl. You can't seriously be pulling one of your stunts on a day like this, can you?" In the next instant, I hear my son, Daniel Brown, exclaiming, "You're always using the baby to threaten us, Mommy! I really hate it when you do that!" Wallace stresses the importance of Beth's birthday party again, demands that I attend immediately, and then hangs up on me. With a pool of blood spreading beneath me, I close my eyes, overcome by despair. When I open my eyes again, I am met by the sight of a death certificate. The doctor delivers a crushing pronouncement. "I'm sorry, but if you had gotten here sooner, we might have been able to save the baby's life…" I look at the death certificate, feeling as though my heart died with my baby. I finally decide to leave this family, yet now they're the ones begging me to stay.

I was diagnosed with late stage the Hollowing—Wolf Soul Degeneration. According to the Compatible Soul Restructuring Program, I could survive by receiving a soul transplant. If no match were found, I would be brain-dead in three months. After more than two months of waiting, the soul that matched me best was given away by my mate to my sister. The therapist recommended that I keep waiting for a new match, but I refused. I signed a treatment waiver and left Central Medical Center early. All the wealth and resources I had spent years saving—I gave every last bit to my sister, Lisa. For the first time, during the full moon family dinner, my parents smiled at me. My mate moved into Lisa’s room to take care of her. I did not get angry. I even made him breakfast. Even when my little pup asked if she could be his mom, I nodded and said yes. I gave them everything they wanted. So why are they regretting it now? …

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

สุดท้ายเราก็รักกันไม่ได้ ถึงแม้ถ่านไฟเก่าจะลุกโซนจนมอดไหม้ ถึงเป็นเช่นนั้นเราก็ยังรักนายไม่มีวันเปลื่ยนแปลง

ภาคนี้ย้อนกลับในปัจจุบันอีกครั้ง ตัวละครอยู่ครบทุกตัว ทั้งภาค1และ2 ทุกตัวละครจะชุลมุนวุ่นรัก กว่ารักจะลงตัว

ศิลาเป็นเเฟนกับคิวมา7ปี วันหนึ่งเขาเล่นพนันเเพ้ไม่มีเงินจ่ายบอดี้การด์ของพายุไม่ให้ออกจากร้าน ถ้าจะออกให้เอาของมาจำนำถึงจะออกได้ ศิลาโวยวาย พายุที่นั่งอยู่ในห้องส่วนตัว บอดี้การ์ดเข้ามารายงาน เขาจึงลุกขึ้นไปดูด้วยตัวเองก็เห็นศิลาเพื่อนร้ก พายุยิ้มมุมปาก มองศิลา ไม่คิดว่า มาเฟียอันดับต้นของ ของประเทศมหาเศรษฐี ถึงได้สภาพเป็นเเบบนี้ ยาจกชัดๆ ศิลา:พายุ พายุ:อืมกูเอง ไม่เจอกันนานเลยนะเพื่อนรัก มึงสบายดีไหมศิลา พายุ:ฉันต้องการคุยกับศิลาเป็นการส่วนตัว คีริน: เเต่... นายครับ พายุ:ไม่มีเเต่ ออกไป คีริน:ครับนาย พายุ:ฉันได้ข่าวว่านายเล่นพนันเเพ้เหรอ ศิลา:อืม กูเล่นพนันเเพ้ พายุ:อืม เห็นเเกที่กูกับมึงเป็นเพื่อนกัน กูมีข้อเสนอให้มึง ศิลา: ข้อเสนอ อะไร พายุ :กูได้ข่าวว่าเเฟนมึงสวยที่สุด เห็นเขาลือกัน กูอยากเห็นเเฟนมึงพามาให้กูดูหน่อยสิ มึงอย่าทำหน้าเเบบนั้นสิ เเค่ดูเฉยๆน่า อย่าคิดมากเลย

ลูกชายคนเล็กของตระกูลหานจำต้องแต่งงานกับผู้นำมาเฟียอันดับหนึ่งเพื่อสร้างพันธมิตร พร้อมกับคำพูดแสนหยาบคายในคืนเข้าหอ"โตขึ้นขนาดนี้แล้วเหรอ ขอเฮียสำรวจดูหน่อยสิ ว่าข้างในมีอะไรเปลี่ยนไปบ้าง"

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.

My boyfriend’s cousin went to live at his place after her divorce. Not only did she have a five-year-old, but she was even pregnant. She regarded my boyfriend as her support as if it were her right and blamed me for everything. She thought I had taken away her cousin. At a family gathering one day, her son splashed a drink at me and yelled, "You’re not allowed to steal my dad!"