Golden Family Novels & Stories

she confessed, and I was stunned. All this while I had believed Sam was the only alpha spirit wolf. In fact, it is written in history that there can only be one golden wolf at a time. Why was this man a golden wolf too? " His wolf colour is white gold," I stated, and she nodded. " Yes, Alex, Helena says he is a golden wolf too, and he is a Moonchild." She confessed, and I looked at her in shock. " Does this mean you are not the only surviving Moonchild?" I asked her, and she nodded.

“Uomini meravigliosi (gorgeous men).” She stared at her computer screen in her office as she looked through Damian’s business. His grandfather had started it and it had been passed down, each man expanding it and making it excel. Theirs wasn’t the only trading company, but it had become the strongest, and as of right now, the wealthiest. Which was in part, why Angel thought the contract was ideal.

"That's easy for you to say! You'll just show up and force Nicholas to marry you once the baby is born! "I mean, the Jordan family is prestigious and wealthy, and anyone with a brain would never let go of this opportunity to latch onto a wealthy man like Nicholas, let alone a gold digger like you! You aren't actually going to let her fool you again, are you, Nicholas?" I held onto the operating room door handle with a death grip, a raging fire burning in my chest as I glared intensely at Clara. "I belong to the Naughton family from Halport! I'm rich beyond measure! Why would I ever latch onto something as insignificant as the Jordan family? Get your hands off me this instant!"

"For information he believes your father obtained and hid." "Information about the Castellano family," Jack said. "Sensitive enough to be catastrophic if released," I said. Jack was quiet for a moment. "He thinks I have it," Jack said. "He thinks you are the key to finding it," I said. "Whether you carry it directly or whether you are the person your father trusted with its location." Jack looked at the green book. "But I don't know what it is," he said. "No," I said. "And you don't know what it is," he said.

"Caroline! You can't leave! Hailey's sick now, and the doctor said the full treatment will cost at least thirty thousand. You have a job now, so you need to chip in!" I looked at the woman in front of me with disgust. Only at times like this did she suddenly start talking about 'family bonds.' Ashton turned and gently pried Mom's tight grip off my arm. "Mrs. Fisher, Caroline has her own career and life now. As for Hailey's illness, it has nothing to do with her, and she has no responsibility over it." … With everything settled, I felt exhausted. After returning to my apartment, I passed out for a whole day.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

“I know now." The room fell quiet again. Then after a while, Jake finally spoke. "So when do you think you'll be leaving Aaron?” he asked, glancing at her. Gina's smile became bittersweet. "When I've paid everything I owe him," she answered as she looked down. “My mum's treatment comes first. Aaron still helps me with it a few from time to time and my… service pays that off." Jake nodded slowly. "I figured." She chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “What about you?” she asked. "You came to the party last night covered in blood, you and Aaron. I'd say that's a story.”

There were reporters snagging photos, all looking for their scandalous headline for the morning, and I certainly did not stop them. After all, what is the Golden-lucky Playboy for? The world is itching to see the golden boy; they, my world, needed that somewhere. But my perceived audience of admirers was not equally cheering across the ballroom. The farthest side of the ballroom near the windows stood my grandfather. Edward Hayes: silver hair, a crisp and sharp suit, eyes sharper and tight, not drinking, and definitely not smiling. He was with me tonight, but he didn’t need to drink to be seriously sober; he had the business of the Hayes Empire right there with him, and now out of retirement

She would remark sarcastically that men should buy their girlfriends gifts to make them happy, and that it was their duty. Despite this, she had described me as a leech. As an heiress from the upper class of Jetland, Tessa was worth tens of billions of dollars. I thought of the list of presents that she had prepared for Zeke Palmer. I thought of my mother, who had been tormented by her disease and had passed away in great pain because we hadn't had the money for treatment. I did not want to face Tessa for a single moment longer. I had just got up to leave when there was a noise at the door once more.

"This is our family's trusted secretary. He's been protecting my family's wealth for decades." "Oh." Keira's eyes widened. "You are rich, Mom?" she asked. "Yes. In fact," Henry spoke, "the Golden Age was funded by them before it was even on top." "Oh," Keira exclaimed. "So..." She waited for her mother. "I will tell you the rest later. But I want you to greet him. This is Carter."