Familia Hipocrita Novels & Stories

Luke scoffed. "Hey." Felicia hissed before she slapped his in the arm, "I am not his whore!" "Damn right." He snorted as he shook his head disappointedly, "I don't get it. When it comes to certain things, you can be so freaking smart but when it's something like this, you are so, so, so dumb." "Luke, please." Biting the inside of my cheek, I tried to refrain myself from keep going. Noted in mind that now with the two Lucianos trying their hardest to rip a head off one another, unavoidable the reputation of the family then fell into my hands.

I snorted, biting my lip to hold the laugh as doors swung open ahead. “And,” she muttered in Italian, “la famiglia Ricci.(The Ricci family. ) The wife slept with her husband’s cousin, the daughter sells pills at university, and the son cries when he loses at cards.” I almost laughed. “Inara.” “What? Facts are facts.” Her wild sarcasm hit perfect, funny, vicious, and turning the heavy air light. For those minutes, the nausea faded. The fear in my belly quieted. Inara made the whole fucked-up day feel like a bad comedy instead of a trap.

“My son wouldn’t have cheated on their marriage if only she is taking care of herself. Look at her! How can I blame my son from desiring another woman when she looks like a fat cow.” My heart burned in anger at his words. Not only did he just defended his son’s cheating ways, he even had the audacity to blame his son’s actions on Agrippa? Doesn’t he have any shame in him? Che cazzo c'è che non va in questa famiglia? (What is wrong with this family?) “You—“ I was about to curse on him when Agrippa stepped up.

Because she was standing so far away, she couldn't hear what they were saying. "They already knew about him coming today," Eleana said flatly, her gaze fixated on Alessio Ricci, who greeted the Santoro's with a smug expression. "And they had no objection to that cretin in their midst who tried to ruin their daughter's life and nearly killed her husband and children before putting her in a coma." Eleana couldn't help but scoff as she watched them all act as if nothing was wrong. This family was full of hypocritical backstabbers who would do anything for money and power.

Is everyone in this house problematic? "You may return to you room, Chiara. Come down for lunch with us, I insist." I practically run to my room. I vow to never leave this room again. And as for lunch, I don't know if I should ignore him. If he insists, what happens if I disobey him? I curse Enzo again for putting me in this position. At this point, I'd rather die in the hands of Flavia and her brothers, than stay in this house with Giotto and his band of hypocrites. Is everyone in this family cynical? They’re a joke to society. I'm starting to think Gustavo might be the best of them, though that doesn't mean he isn't a hypocrite. He's supposedly on his father's side, but he's plotting his m

Refusing to back down or be intimidated by the larger man. “The only bastard I see here is you! You talk about family first and family duty, but you are a fucking hypocrite! You tore our family apart and destroyed Mom for some easy pussy. And then you have the nerve to act as though I’m the one who walked away from this family! You pushed me out because I didn’t live up to your expectations Father. Heaven forbid I pursued a career which made me happy. You are a selfish, arrogant bastard.”

Hypocrisy. Pretentious. Luna could not help but retreat a step back upon hearing those words. She bit her lips and looked at the child in front of her closely. This was her own child, Neil. This was Neil who, the moment he knew what happened, would take care of her and his siblings. Luna was just concerned for her son; what she got in return was being called a hypocrite and being pretentious. She knew that this was not Neil’s intention. He would only say things like this because he had lost his memory.

Giorgio remained silent, then flashed a sarcastic smile of disgust. "Do I care? Unfortunately, no, I don't care about what happened to your family. Your mother and her older sister are just hypocrites who are greedy to get recognition for their level of wealth. Still, they are poor people of habitat taking refuge under the name of Maheswara, and it is my greatest regret to be part of your family!" The words came out of Giorgio's mouth in a sarcastic tone, showing that he had no intention of apologizing or regretting his actions. His cynical smile implied indifference and even regret for his mistreatment of Sierra's family.

“Dear, look! I’ve turned my back on this disgusting family that treated you like dirt! Please, let me in now. “I’m still legally your husband! You can’t just stand there and watch me die!” His words sounded earnest, but all I felt was disgust. By then, Elio was on the verge of collapse. Athena and my mother no longer had the energy to argue with James. “Fine! We were wrong! We’ll beg you on our knees, alright? Is that enough for you?” Watching the people who had tortured me, humiliated me, and caused my death in the past kneel before me did not bring the satisfaction I had imagined it would. Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family.

“So they didn’t tell you. Of course they didn’t. Why would they? It would damage that shiny little loyalty you hold so close to your chest.” “What the hell is he saying?”Marlo muttered. But my eyes never left Santiago. “My family never touched yours,” I insisted, though cracks began to form in my certainty. “If something happened, you could have come to me. We could’ve—” “Could’ve what?” he snapped. “Talked? Negotiated? Sat at a table like gentlemen and shared wine?” He shook his head sharply. “You and your family think you’re untouchable, but you’re nothing but hypocrites wearing crowns made from other people’s bones.”