Ill Save This Damn Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Now’s the time to own up. This is NOT how your father and I raised you. We raised you to be better than this, to be better than your Grandfather, and yet here you are, doing the exact same shit he did back in his day, for not only are you hurting her, you're hurting her soul. You hurt her for pain not pleasure. And while she may have been born into our world, into our ways as a Mafia family, you’re leaving her without a choice, her choices being limited to either staying or taking a fucking bullet for you. And for that, I will NOT let you tarnish our good name, we are not the Salvatore’s nor are we the Manocchino Family, NO we’re the D’Amico family and we absolutely do not treat our lovers

You have to make it clear that Jane is the talented one in the family and that you're just a hack. Mom spoke as though her demands were perfectly reasonable. She wasn't even looking to make things right at this point. Instead, she was doing what she always did—making me the scapegoat. But I was no longer the helpless child they could bully and gaslight whenever they wanted. I replied flatly, "Dream on." I ended the call without hesitation and carefully saved the recording. I had been preparing for this moment ever since I was reborn. I had saved countless recordings and endless evidence on my phone at this point. I was just waiting for the right moment to make this disgusting family pay for

“You wouldn't dare touch my wife.” “You couldn't protect my mother from her, Father. And you certainly can't protect her from me.” I glare at the three of them. “You allowed your psychotic son to drag the only good, pure thing in my life into your filthy, corrupt world. You are going to suffer. I am going to strip every single ounce of dignity, wealth, and sanity from your bones until you are begging me for a cell in the deepest, darkest prison on earth.” Damon lets out a wet laugh from the floor, spitting a glob of blood. “You... you won't do shit, Zayn. You don't have the balls to ruin the family name publically.”

“Just get the fuck off, I need to get this all done by today.” How dare he talk about my family like that? Perfect?! Perfect my ass! He didn’t know anything about me or my family! Money may not be a problem, but I’d pick love over money any day. If I could swap all the money to how my family used to be, I would. I got up. The chair made screeching noises when I dragged it backward. Looking down at him, I held back my tears and said, “You don’t know anything about me or my family. So don’t you dare judge me.”

Ajax never knew my family, mainly because I was so fucked up that I never wanted to tell anyone what I had saw through my young innocent eyes, nor did I really want to talk about family life when I had just been placed in a care home. My mother, Nia, had three siblings, Parker, Pamela and Shay. Shay married when I was 10, into a big rich family and had two children with her husband, the last time I saw her was when I was 12, Parker had a wife, but decided to murder her one night after he caught her cheating on him with their next door neighbour, Andrea, no wonder why, she was beautiful, but still no excuse to cheat.

"I'll beat you to death if you dare cry again, Hope! You, a mere good-for-nothing, should consider it a blessing to be beaten by me!" He then turned toward Uncle Shawn and Aunt Olivia and bellowed, "You two poor bums from the countryside have no right to demand anything in our house! You ought to know that I only deign to address you respectfully for Dad's sake. Did you really think you were important? "I'm telling you right now—Hope has absolutely nothing to do with our family, so that agreement she wrote is nothing but a scrap of waste paper!" Draco's red, swollen, and bleeding face, paired with his ferocious remarks, made him resemble a vengeful spirit fresh out of hell.

Forgetting that was a danger in itself. “Bullshit!” Damian yelled. It was clear to me that he was intimidated. “Everyone will know about this dishonorable family” He then made his way out. I prayed that this would be the end of his madness. But as soon as Damian flung my door open. He started calling me names, calling my family a cheat, calling us tricksters. “Damian!” Sonia, my stepmom yelled at him. “Stop this madness already. You are causing a scene.”

But in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them – a silent pact to stand firm against the darkness that threatened to consume them. They reached their doorstep, Cindy took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "We'll face whatever comes our way, Mom. We just need to get through all of this, we need to take care of our family first, right?” Jadah nodded, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "You're right, Cindy. Love will guide us through this ordeal. We'll face it head-on, together as a family. No matter how difficult it may be, we won't lose ourselves in this battle. We need to take care of ourselves first. Our family comes first,” They entered their home and

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

I will bring hell down on you and your fucking family if you don't give me my mate back! "Well then I guess you're going to have to bring it then because I am not giving my family back to a piece of shit like you. Just so you can hurt him, abuse him and treat him like shit some more. You're fucking out of your mind! This conversation's over, go fuck yourself!"