Novel & Cerita Gloria Modern Family

When I return home on Christmas Eve, I find a stamp on my wife's body. She looks flustered as she explains that it's a mark every member of her family has. I sneer to myself. She has no idea that I'm a member of the Anti-Cheating Organization. With the help of a system, I can easily track my wife's whereabouts and see what she's done. She's my last target before completing my mission. Once I'm done with her, I'll get ten million dollars.

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!" And I died. I remember where it was. It was a freezing operating theater.

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

When I was born, I was already a certified liar. That's a fact that everyone seems to agree with. The truth is, my mom, who's a scientist, has implanted advanced chips into me and my fraternal twin brother, Ryan Hartwell, when we were still babies. By right, as long as we lie or make mistakes, our mom will receive the devil signal from the chips. Then, she'll administer electrical shocks as a form of punishment. Ryan's chip often transmits the smiley signal. Even if he destroys our mom's research equipment and pins the blame on me, his chip still has the smiley branded on it. Meanwhile, when I reach home ten minutes later than usual because I had to help out a classmate, my chip transmits the scary devil signal. The next thing I know, I've already crippled to the floor from the intense pain caused by the electrical shock. At first, I'll still explain to Mom what happened. But she often exclaims, "Don't think you can pull off clever little tricks just like that gambling father of yours! The chip is ten thousands times smarter than you! The punishments will only be branded into your bones if the pain is searing enough! What I'm doing is saving your life!" After suffering from the pain countless times, I get brainwashed into thinking that I really am a liar and a troublemaker by nature. On the night of Christmas Eve, Mom comes to the attic to tell Ryan to join the family at the table for the Christmas dinner. That's when my asthma suddenly acts up, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. "I… I can't breathe… Save me, Mom…" But Mom just coldly gazes at the devil signal that she has just received on her phone. Then, she dials the shock value to the maximum. "You don't have asthma at all! Ugh, you're kicking up another fuss just to attract attention! Seriously, you never change your ways!" After that, she takes Ryan's hand and leads him out of the attic. Soon, she slams the door heavily behind her. As I suffer from asphyxiation while on my deathbed, I can't help but think that Mom is right. After all, my chip has just transmitted the devil signal. Maybe the asthma attack really is just a figment of my imagination. I've always been a bad girl who loves lying to others, after all. When Mom finds out that this is the last time I've ever lied to her, she must be really happy, right?

I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years. The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else. The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again." The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic. When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing. At the hospital, my foster brother stood beside my bed with a sinister smile. "So you actually managed to survive. But that's fine. I have plenty of ways to kill you and make sure you never make it home." After saying that, he smashed the bowl of porridge onto the floor, then deliberately fell onto the shattered glass as he cried out loudly, "Bobby, if you hate me that much, I'll leave! Please, just let me go!" My mother and Casey happened to walk in at that exact moment. Casey immediately rushed over to help Roger up. My mother, meanwhile, slapped me hard across the face. "You'll never change, huh? If Roger's hand is ruined because of you and he can't play the piano anymore, I'd rather see you dead in this hospital bed." Obediently, I walked toward the window and jumped. The harsh, sharp-tongued woman who had always been my mother—and Casey as well—went completely pale with fear. I happened to crash onto my father's car. Trembling, he threw open the door and shouted for the medical staff. My consciousness gradually faded. Then, a system suddenly appeared and said, "Congratulations, Host. You have completed ninety-nine tragic storylines. Finish this final one, and you will be able to return to your original world and revive your younger sister."

„Lass mich für einen einzigen Monat wirklich deine Frau sein, Daven.“ Es klang wie eine einfache Bitte – wie ein letzter, stummer Aufschrei einer zutiefst verletzten Frau. Doch für Althea Grayson war es eine Frage ihres Stolzes. Es war der Preis für all die Liebe, die sie gegeben, aber nie zurückbekommen hatte. Sie hatte es von Anfang an gewusst: Ihre Ehe war keine Liebesgeschichte. Daven Callister hatte sie aus Pflicht geheiratet, gedrängt von seiner Großmutter. Zärtliche Umarmungen, liebevolle Blicke – all das hatte es nie gegeben. Es gab nur kaltes Schweigen und ein Haus, das sich nie wie ein Zuhause angefühlt hatte. Trotzdem hielt Althea daran fest. Sie versuchte, eine gute Ehefrau zu sein, und klammerte sich an die Hoffnung, dass Daven ihr eines Tages vielleicht sein Herz öffnen würde. Doch diese Hoffnung zerbrach, als er sie verriet – er wollte eine andere Frau heiraten. Die Frau, die er wirklich liebte – ganz gleich, ob Althea einverstanden war oder nicht. Und seine ganze Familie unterstützte ihn dabei. Verletzt und ernüchtert bat Althea ein letztes Mal darum, einen Monat lang geliebt zu werden – wie eine echte Ehefrau. Ein einziger Monat … bevor sie für immer ging. Daven hielt das für einen verzweifelten, beinahe beschämenden Versuch. Doch dieser Monat stellte sein Leben auf den Kopf. Altheas Lächeln, ihre bedingungslose Art zu lieben – und sogar die Art, wie sie am Ende ging – all das ließ etwas in seinem Herzen zurück, das er nicht mehr loswurde. Und jetzt war Daven verloren. Jetzt, da sich die Liebe, die er nie gesehen hatte, endlich gezeigt hatte … war es vielleicht schon zu spät. Oder sollte er doch kämpfen – gegen alles –, nur um eine einzige zweite Chance?

„Alles ist gut, Schatz.“ Das ist es, was Steven ihr seit Monaten sagt. Aber heute Abend, auf der Feier zu ihrem Hochzeitstag, wird Shirley das Gefühl einfach nicht los, dass etwas ganz und gar nicht stimmt. Ihr Ehemann, einst so aufmerksam und präsent, wirkt jetzt fern und unnahbar. Seine ausweichenden Blicke, sein gezwungenes Lächeln ... und diese eine SMS, die er so krampfhaft zu verbergen versuchte. „Wir können so nicht weitermachen. Du musst ihr die Wahrheit sagen.“ Die Nachricht leuchtet auf seinem Handy auf und Shirley spürt, wie ihre Welt aus den Fugen gerät. Sieben Jahre Ehe, ein Leben wie aus dem Bilderbuch: ein perfektes Zuhause, eine wundervolle Tochter, ein liebender Ehemann ... das dachte sie zumindest. Doch hinter den verschlossenen Türen ihres Heims türmen sich die Lügen. Und Shirley, das einstige Wunderkind, das ihre glänzende Karriere für die Familie aufgegeben hat, steht kurz davor, mit einer Wahrheit konfrontiert zu werden, die alles zu zerstören droht. Verrat, vergrabene Geheimnisse und unmögliche Entscheidungen – Shirley wird in ein Labyrinth der Täuschung gestoßen, in dem jede neue Enthüllung sie einer herzzerreißenden Entscheidung näherbringt: Bleiben und verzeihen ... oder alles aufs Spiel setzen, um sich selbst und ihr Leben zurückzuerobern? „Manchmal befreit dich die Wahrheit nicht. Sie zerreißt dich.“

„Wer bist du?“ ... Nach einem One-Night-Stand mit einem mysteriösen Mann hat Lilian „Lily“ Grace viele Fragen. Die Dinge nehmen eine Wendung, als sie an ihrem ersten Arbeitstag herausfindet, dass der Mann, mit dem sie geschlafen hat, Alexander Sterling ist, ein milliardenschwerer CEO und ihr neuer Chef, für den sie nun als Sekretärin arbeitet. Zu ihrer Bestürzung muss sie feststellen, dass er sich weder an sie noch an die gemeinsame Nacht erinnert. Als sie entdeckt, dass sie mit seinem Kind schwanger ist, muss sie dies um ihres Jobs willen verheimlichen. Als unbekannte Kräfte beginnen, sie zu verfolgen, wird sie langsam in eine Welt hineingezogen, von der sie nichts weiß und in der an jeder Ecke Wolfsschatten lauern. Von der Entdeckung der Wahrheit über Alexanders Identität bis hin zur Verfolgung durch einen Feind, dessen Motive nur er selbst kennt. Wird sie die Geheimnisse um sich herum lüften können?

Six years after the Jennings family threw me out for being their fake daughter, I was surviving by selling my blood. I had just been handed a few bills and was about to call my doctor for more medication when a bodyguard kicked the back of my knee. My knees hit the floor, and I heard a scream. "You ungrateful brat! What are you doing here?! Are you still trying to kill Tina?!" Then, there was a slap on my face. Only then did I realize that the woman in front of me was my mother, Florence. She had come looking for blood for her precious daughter, Tina. My older brother, James, stood beside her and watched her break down. Then, he ordered the bodyguards to throw me out. He looked down at me, saw the cash in my hand, and sneered. "Looks like the past few years aren't enough to wipe that temper out of you. To think that you're willing to sell your blood just for some money to satisfy your vanity. Tina graduates in two weeks, and she'll go abroad to further her education. "Once she leaves, the family won't have to spoil her alone anymore, and you won't be able to bully her again. When that happens, I'll explain everything to Mom and Dad and bring you home. You'll still be the family's princess." "Home... Princess...?" I muttered under my breath. Then, I shook my head and laughed. My amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) had progressed too quickly. I would not last for another month. From the moment James accused me of being a fake heiress for Tina, I no longer had a home.

When I was fourteen, my brother—the Don—brought home an orphan girl to settle a debt of gratitude. From then on, my life within the Corleone family always took a backseat to hers. The girl framed me, claiming I was trying to poison her. My brother slapped me across the face and locked me in the attic. To make it up to her, he even gave her the position that was meant for me. This time, I didn't say a word. I just packed my bags and left. It took a few days for him to realize I hadn't returned to the family estate. Only then did he find out that I’d joined an international medical aid organization—and that I was never coming back to New York. After that, he completely broke down.