Novel & Cerita Franky Family

"Only this?" "Victor and his wife are still on holiday. Today their extended family is planning a short trip on a cruise ship. There is nothing suspicious." "That's actually suspicious," Frank muttered as he put the folder in the front seat. "That vengeful family can't possibly just keep quiet, especially since Grandpa is gone. They think we are easy prey." Putting his hand to the side of the window, Frank tapped his fingers. His thoughtful expression made Kara also uneasy. "Is their family that dangerous?"

She screams at him and I stare at Raymond expecting him to talk back, but he doesn't. Oh, curse his good manners! Why won't he for once talk back? "Grandma... "I make to speak, but Frank's voice cuts me. "Christiana, we know you want a place in the family business, but you don't have to do this. By causing such unneeded drama, you're wasting our time. "He says. Frank is the last born of my oldest uncle. However, he's just 27, just like their father, he and his brothers mostly stay quiet in family gatherings and when he makes to speak, he says this?

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence. I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison. Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave. My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me. Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.

I held up my phone and started a live stream, tagging Kelly on the spot. "Zarrick, Dad and Mom are in the hospital. They're barely hanging on, waiting for you to bring money to save them. But you say you have no money—yet somehow, you have enough to throw a birthday party for this woman? What kind of logic is that?" Zarrick's little celebration came to a screeching halt. Furious, he stormed over and slapped me across the face.

I explained. Oliver nodded but Frankie still wasn’t convinced. “Ah I don’t know man. I get what your saying but this has Jasper written all over if. If not him it definitely has the Marchetti family on it. That entire bunch ain’t right in the head.” Frankie spat out. “We will find out soon enough.” I said .. ending the conversation for now. I needed to focus on what I was doing

"That’s alright. Just remember, if you need anything in the future, come to us." I bit down until my lips nearly bled and gave a timid nod. The moment we stepped out of the station, Dad slapped me across the face. Mom yanked my hair, dragging my ear to her mouth, hissing curses. "Filthy little slut." Aiden didn’t strike me, but his eyes never left my belly, like he was itching to cut the child out right there. This time, I let them. I endured the blows and insults without a shred of resistance.

Frank said, "Thanks for the advice. I've been so focused on hatred that I forgot to look at the big picture." Kiran was pleased to see that he understood. He nodded and said, "Your hatred is nothing compared to mine. Although I don't know who your enemy is, I doubt they're stronger than mine. If I were like you, I would've lost my chance of getting revenge. I would've been dead too." Frank looked at him with a complicated expression and asked, "Are you from the York family? The family that used to be number one in Bayville." Kiran nodded. "Yes!"

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

EPILOGUE (4 years) “Logan,” Frankie called out from the bottom of the stairs. “Tanny?” Frankie shook her head with a soft smile while she waited for her two favourite slowpokes to finish getting ready so that they could head out. Today, Frankie, Tristan and their three-year-old son, Logan, were heading out for their annual trip to the Cherry Ridge pack to visit their family. Ryner and Courtney, with their two-year-old daughter, Lily, were already waiting outside with the two cars.

His 'associates' and the criminal organization behind them were also completely dismantled. Tiffany was sentenced to three years in prison for harboring a criminal, online defamation, and participating in money laundering activities. The Wilkinson family completely fell apart. Uncle Richard and Aunt Patricia's family, facing the Monroe Group's blacklist and neighbors' gossip, could no longer survive in the city. They sold their house and slunk back to their hometown in the countryside, where they reportedly spent every day blaming each other. After proper care, Mom had fully recovered. The whole incident had shown her exactly what kind of people those relatives really were.