Family Business Novel Novels & Stories

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

"There, there. It's all over now." "It's far from over," my words were lost on her neck and thick curls. "I have a feeling dad wasn't in his business alone." She froze then released me to cup my cheek. "What business son," she asked, the salty moist trail on her cheek now dried. "I wasn't aware Tyler was into any trade." Wanting to dump the conversation, I hugged her again, relishing the warmth she provided. When they said 'you can't miss what you've never had' they weren't kidding.

Family business. I caught her eye across the table. “You and your brother must make quite the team.” Sofia’s expression didn’t change, but her fingers tightened slightly on her wine glass. “We each have our roles.” Three faces, three shell companies. All tied back to the same web that had swallowed my father. Nobody at the table had a clue I was doing it. I laughed at their jokes, touched Nico’s arm at the right moments, played the perfect Mrs. Black while my mind built a map so clear it felt like I could reach out and burn it down.

They looked like one big happy family. So, while I was kidnapped and the whole ordeal was livestreamed on the internet, not a single family member had noticed. Bruce suspiciously looked at me and told me to make a call. The moment Mom heard it was me, her tone turned impatient. "I just knew you would ruin the mood! Ever since we brought you back from the countryside, there hasn't been a single peaceful day at home. Evonne has never had a proper birthday since then. "This time, no matter what you say, we won't neglect Evonne because of you."

It was like an anaemic man getting blood from a corpse! Since the introduction of business in the world, the Jas family had always been at the far front, followed by his cousin Yeshen Paley's family. And now an anonymous tycoon with the business name YJ was aggressively climbing the ladder of business. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that the anonymous YJ was his doll, who was snoring peacefully in his arms as he washed her.

Miska winked, teasing her sister. Hearing her brother's wish, Michael pinched her cheek. Born into the Syailendra family, which people say is already rich with seven generations, Michael lives in wealth. Moreover, he is the first of three children and the only son, therefore almost all of his family's companies are currently holding him because his father had a stroke. His two younger siblings did not want to continue the family business and chose to realize their dreams, Miska, who is a professional model, will now become one of the iconic fashion models to be held in Paris. While, his younger sister Melody Andrea Syailendra became a surgeon. "So you came to your brother's party tonight, ri

It made me proud to be a part of someone who is kind to not only me, but others too. "You got yours too." I told him. Even though he hasn't talked about his family even once. "You know my relationship with my family." He said, stressing his statement. "I was talking about Ellen and Stepheno." I told him because other than that I had zero idea about his family. I remember reading an article about them in my Dad's office and it didn't do any justice to the league Rothschild's had set. They were once the most successful businessmen but suddenly everything fell, both their business and family.

Grandpa Piet says. “They are not for sale, and definitely not for free!” I said bitterly, disappointed at Grandpa. I understand that family business will always come first in this family, but what about my existence in this family for three years? They used me as their assert, and now I see I meant nothing more in this family. “If you think that you will get away with those shares, you have another thing coming, Ariel!” Chase roared. “Bring it on, Chase, but those shares are mine, and I will do whatever I want with them," I get up and look at them all. “Monica, congratu-fucking-lations! You have finally entered a family of hypocrites,”

“Sarah, remember all the mind games Dad plays to get what he wants? Nobody is doing any of that here.” “What do you mean?” William asked. “Isn’t your parents poultry farmers.” “He is talking about the family business.” Sarah lied smoothly. “My Dad scammed all of his brothers to make his farm the largest.” She did not lie exactly. She was talking about the family business that their father got for himself. Except it was not a poultry farm. It was a law firm. . . . ______

I could hear the confusion in her breathing before she said, “He looked… drained. And he had a heated argument with Dad.” My chest tightened so fast it hurt. “What were they arguing about?” “I don’t know. Something about getting in trouble, or fixing a mess. I didn’t really listen, I had to get to class. But it sounded tense. You know how they are, always serious when it comes to family business.” Family business. Those two words made my stomach twist. It didn’t sound like work. It sounded like something darker, something I wasn’t supposed to hear. I started pacing, my steps uneven. “Family business,” I repeated under my breath, like maybe saying it again would make it make sense. It didn’t.