I Ll Save A Decent Family Novels & Stories

I sent half my salary home, keeping only some for myself in preparation for school. Once, I was a day late sending the money because I had a cold. My parents showed up and started yelling and beating me. In the chaos, my offer letter and the tuition I had worked so hard to save up fell out of my books. When Miranda saw them, she picked the letter up and tore it into pieces. "You still want to go to school? Secretly saving money so you can study?! Stop dreaming!" Arnold kicked me hard. "Ungrateful brat! How dare you hide money from us!"

"Is a decade of care only worth fifty thousand? Mom, is your concern really that cheap?" "What?!" Lily couldn't hold back her anger. "You want five hundred thousand?!" "Humph..." Maria chuckled and put her hand down. "Mom, you call the shots in the Miller Family, so fifty thousand doesn't match your status. How about five million?" "Five million?!" Lily's eyes nearly popped out. She never expected that Maria would demand her entire fortune! After over a decade in the Miller Family, she had saved a little over five million as her personal savings!

Hello to my hardworking parents! How’s life treating you? Is it still a roadblock? I’m referring to our financial circumstances and the hurdles we’ve encountered in our lives! Don’t worry, mom and dad, because your “sole hope of the family,” Derrick Villanueva, is here to guide you through the light. Thank you very much for all of your hard work on behalf of our family just make sure we have enough food to eat twice a day, even if you starved to death.

Jillian had to break Clara's heart to save her family. "Leave the paperwork, Adonis," Jillian said, staring out into the dark rain. "I know what I have to do."

“Consequences do.” Silence filled the space between us. Then he said something that made my blood run cold. “But there’s still a way to fix everything.” “What?” “You can save your family,” he said with a serious expression. “How?” I asked, fixing my gaze on him again. He held my gaze. “By giving them something better.” I didn’t understand. “Something better in what way?” “Finding a replacement.” “Replacement for what?” “For your family.” My chest tightened. “How?”

I had completely lost hope in my own father. Jadir took a deep breath. He stared at me and said, "Lillian, I want you to know the truth about what happened to the Rosenburg family when we were in distress. It was actually Mira's family who saved us. It was only then we were able to get back on our feet."

Lucky him. Thank goodness. If he were paying attention, I’d be mortified. How could I explain this without sounding pathetic? The guy has a good, loving family. Mine is in tatters—one quarter fled, one quarter buried in silence, and the rest of us trying to pretend the cracks don’t show.

“Two months ago, not only did the Moses family help us pay for Mom’s medical bill, but they also gave me some extra money to compensate for the money I spent raising Sal.” “Every bit of that money is stored here.” The man sighed. “This is enough for you to settle in a new palace with Bill, Bobby, and our mom.” “If anything happens to me, don’t go looking for Sal. Don’t blame her either. Take mom and our kids to a place where no one knows of us so that you can start over.” Then, he shut his eyes. “And find yourself a good man to marry.” Tears fell from Jill’s eyes as her fingers curled around the card. “I’m already so old, and you’re asking me to uproot my entire family and marry again…”

The childhood accident rarely came up. "Anything new?" Damien hesitated. Then shook his head. "Forget it." Noah studied him carefully. "Was it Lily?" A pause. Long enough to become noticeable. "No." That answer surprised even Damien. For years, every memory connected to the rescue had led back to Lily. This time it hadn't. And that bothered him. --- Across the city, Aria spent the morning reviewing design proposals. The luxury project continued gaining momentum. Several investors had officially committed. The numbers looked promising.

Zara moved through the room and laughed at things and held conversations and felt, for the first time in longer than she could accurately calculate, like a person who was simply present in her own life rather than executing a plan within it. Then arms came around her from behind — small, familiar, absolute. She turned. Lilly. And behind her, Mrs. Ashford, her eyes bright with everything she couldn’t say and didn’t need to. “Nothing,” her mother said, pulling them both in, “will ever break this family again.” They held each other in the middle of the room while the music played and the guests cheered and Lilly laughed her particular laugh — the one that had been silent for too long and was no