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the Shared-Sense System asked. I looked at Rayden, the brother who had just kicked me. Then I glanced at my second brother, Nelson Tandham. He stood at the railing in wire-rim glasses, cheering as if this were a sporting event. Finally, I looked at my eldest brother, Justin Tandham. He was the one who made the decision back then. He was the one who turned me into a human psychic shield. Choosing felt impossible, so I stopped trying to be fair. "Can I bind all of them?" I asked. "Every member of my family."

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

The handmade storybook lay open at the center. Above it, a title written in Aria’s bold handwriting: OUR FAMILY: A STORY STILL GROWING Parents paused. Teachers smiled. A few lingered longer than expected. “This is beautiful,” one mother said softly. Aiden straightened. “We made it together.” May watched him—really watched him—and felt something settle permanently in her chest. When it was time for presentations, Aria went first. She stood on the small platform, chin lifted, eyes bright. “My family is four people,” she began. “And a lot of love.”

He tried to play the family card, pointing at me with a trembling finger. "Shawn... I watched you grow up… We're family... Blood is thicker than water! Are you really going to be this heartless and put your own uncle behind bars?" Before I could respond, Mom suddenly sat up straight on the couch. Her face was still pale, but her eyes held an unprecedented determination. "When you were forcing Shawn to get on his knees, you didn't think about us being family. When you were calling him an escort, you didn't think about blood being thicker than water. Starting today, we have no ties to each other!"

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

Was it because they thought I was disgusting? Mom screamed and quickly dodged me. She then stood up and patted her uniform that hadn't even been stained with blood. My hand froze midair. On the other end, Evonne happily urged, "Mom, hurry! Dad said the three of us are going out for Wersole food to celebrate surviving this ordeal!" As I watched the retreating backs of the happy family, I couldn't endure it any longer. My tightly clenched right hand loosened, and with my bloodied, mangled fingers, I pressed the remote button.

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

I was curious to see just how much longer they could hold out. "How long do you intend to keep acting out, Lorraine?" Grandma Madeline barked, glaring at me with pure hatred. "You're just so determined to turn the whole family upside down, huh? You were a headache for your parents when they were alive, and here you are, still making a scene even after they're gone! How could you be so shameless and refuse to let them rest in peace, Lorraine?" Grandma Madeline might not have realized it herself, but her eyes shifted uneasily for a fleeting moment when she spoke of Mom, Dad, and Jesse's deaths.

“That’s one way to put it.” He folded his arms, leaning against the piano. “You know this family. We’re loud. We’re protective to the point of insanity. We screw up, we overreact, we panic. But one thing we never do—ever—is let someone in halfway.” Trina stilled. Cameron’s voice softened. “You’re not just dating Adrian anymore. You’re part of us now.” Her breath caught. “You’re family,” he said simply. “Cross family. And not because of the baby or the drama or the headlines. Because you’ve been here, beside us, beside him, even when everything turned ugly.”

"Mom and Dad said that from now onward, the family assets would be equally split between Fable and me." "Family assets?" I smiled, amused. "Are you talking about the house they're staying in, or that car? I'm sorry, but those are all my personal assets. I'm just about to take them back now." "That's impossible! Mom, she's spouting nonsense, right?" Madeline paled, grabbing Fiona's arm in search of an answer. However, the truth was something no one could deny. "Do you really have to be this ruthless, Heidi? You're so capable—can't you just let us live in that house?" Fiona pleaded.