I Left My Family Novels & Stories

Sihana Caden 8 months later It's been eight months I left home, my family, my loved ones and my work. I left without any traces. I also know, my parents would be hell worried sick about me when they found out I was gone. To make it worse, I left all they could use to track me behind. I know from the beginning that my father has always loved me very much and I'm sure, he would have search every crook and corner of the earth just for me before I finally call them on phone 4 months ago.

She inquired. "To our house. It has been a while, what do you think?" "I like that," she said smiling and I did too. I missed my family and friends. I can't believe I stayed away from them because of him. Because of that stupid contract, I lied to my family, I'd very much like to tell them the truth. I didn't know whether to leave a note or something. I wasn't planning on leaving with anything since I came with nothing and so I left with only what I had on. I left with nothing down to my phone.

His heir was unaccounted for. You need to come home. The family was in shambles. Weakened. At risk of falling prey to the infighting and attacks of other families, should anyone catch wind of that weakness. And though I’d walked away, turned my back, left it behind … One never, truly, left their family behind. Not when that family was the Marcello family. Not when my mother and sister needed someone to protect them. Save them. Not when I still had more to lose.

As for my family and fiancé, all they did was ignore my suffering. I suddenly felt emotional and couldn't understand what I was feeling. After we finished celebrating my move into the new house, Elijah and his family left. When I walked them out, I noticed the gifts Tyler and Florence had brought for my housewarming. It was free, anyway, so I took them inside. That's when Shaun came knocking.

"This isn't about pack politics or territory. This is about the truth." I turned to Mason, meeting his gaze steadily. "I never stole from my mother. I never abandoned our family. I left because I had to save myself. And every day since then, I've carried the weight of that decision." Then I looked at Margot, my sister, and my oldest friend, who had turned into strangers. "I'm sorry if my leaving hurt you. But lying about me, turning Mason against me... that's not what family does, Margot." Finally, I turned to Ethan, gratefully squeezing his hand. "Thank you for coming to check on me. But I can handle this."

Joshua turned to look at me, concern etched in his features. I frowned deeply, hesitating before exhaling a sigh, my gaze averted from his. “I mean… I don’t have a family anymore,” I admitted reluctantly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone in my family… they’re…” I trailed off, unable to voice the painful truth that everyone I once held dear was no longer there.

He looked so small in the backseat, still pale and fragile from his ordeal, and the sight of him made my chest tighten with regret. "I'm a terrible father," I muttered, not really intending for Thorne to hear me. Of course, he heard me anyway. "What are you talking about?" he asked, turning in the passenger seat to look at me with concern. "I left them," I said, my voice rough with emotion. "I left Lumina and Ollie alone in a strange pack while I was off dealing with my own problems. What kind of mate abandons his family when they need him most?"

I was the middle child, and I was basically invisible to my entire family. My parents marked down the birthdays of my older sister, Mandy Smith, and my younger brother, Matthew Smith, on their calendars. However, they could never remember my birthday. Mandy and Matthew always had new dresses and new suits to wear, but my parents always forgot to buy new clothes for me. Mandy and Matthew always had birthday presents, but my parents never bought presents for me. When we went back to our hometown for the New Year, my parents once again forgot about me and left me behind in an unmanned rest stop in the freezing weather…

Whatever love I had left for this family died the moment I drove away. I looked at my kids—the only people I had left. That night, I booked a hotel. By morning, we would leave this city and everything in it behind.

My mother and I were getting the estate ready for Thanksgiving dinner when word came that my father and my fiancé, Adrian Marchetti, had died in an explosion at the docks. In an instant, our family feast became our last meal. A bodyguard burst into the house, covered in blood. "The Don and Mr. Marchetti were ambushed by the Ferraro family at the docks. The arms warehouse blew up... there's nothing left of them. They took Matteo Valenti alive!" My blood ran cold. Adrian had told me the Ferraro boss was ruthless. The last time he'd gone after a family, he'd had the men slaughtered and their organs sold, and every woman shipped off to an underground bar and forced into prostitution! The bodygua