Novel & Cerita Impossible Real Family

said Uno. Jacob glanced again at the other building that was still being consumed by fire. He sat on the floor. He pretended to have absorbed the remaining strength in his body. "From the very beginning, my dream was to have a happy and complete family. I couldn't fulfill that with the family I grew up with, at least with the family I will build but..." His voice cracked. "But it seems impossible. How can I face my son when he finds out that his daddy didn't even do anything to save his mommy? Having a broken family is the worst case scenario… a parent can give to his children." Uno and Dos looked at each other before looking at the burning building.

"Tutal you have no children yet, you will leave this country and marry Real Group Inc. Real is considered a wealthy family in our city of Makati City. You will never suffer when you get married! Well that Arthur Real is a bit old and a little bit craving for you, Married, but at least you have money, and it's not bad to be your lover." Sophia's face was sad when she heard it, and she came out without saying anything. Lanie knew her son was angry, so she didn't speak, glared at Anthony with a calm face next to him, and blinked bitterly.

"Convince the Elder that Jude and you don't have any relationship." I was speechless and don't have anything to say but to nod. And Jude's family won't escape too from what the Elder is going to do with them. Do you think the Elder will just sit and will let our family to be destroyed? No." "Jeoff, you might forget that our family is just fake." "Yes. That's why. That's why Jay is finding it hard to fix this mess you've done!" "Worst, I have to pay more to the Elder who's going to check the DNA of me and our fake kids, because they are not convinced that they are my children."

The feeling of it wasn't that bad, it was beyond my expectation but it's refreshing. "Tony Stark's parents passed away and he stood up in this cruel world by himself. That's one of the things that I love about him." I said honestly. "I wish I can be like him, try not to care about the past and move on which so hard for me." I added and I turned to Ares. He's already looking at me and he smiled. "You're not alone, so does he. No one is alone in this world, Rosie. You have me.. you have your dad, your brother and Carrie."

So they brought in Camellia, trying to brand me as the fake heiress—using the pressure of the guests to strip me of my legitimacy as the family's head. I looked at them as if they were fools. "Do you really think the Thompson family's authority token is so easy to forge? If you all claim you don't know me, then how would I even know what it looks like?" My eldest younger stepbrother, Anthony Thompson, let out a cold laugh. "Who knows? Maybe that token of yours is just some random fake. Has anyone here actually seen the real one?" Camellia covered her face pitifully. "Besides, Dad is still alive. How could the authority token skip a generation? If anything, it should belong with Dad!"

"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!" Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him." Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you." Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man." Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.

Her chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Enough,” she said. Every head turned. She moved to Alexander’s side without hesitation, placing a hand on his arm. Cameron rose next, then Casey, then Adrian—forming a quiet line behind him. Family. “You’re asking him to do what you never would,” Mya said, eyes blazing. “Trade someone he loves to protect yourselves.” The chairman sighed. “This is not—” “This is exactly that,” Adrian cut in coldly. “And if you push him, you fracture this family beyond repair.”

The text message keeps haunting me: “ The Sages are not your real family.” Real? They are as real as they come. The Sages have been there for me when I cry through my nightmares, when I had my first heartbreak, they were there for me, with a big hot chocolate cup. They are the only family I know, so in my eyes, they are my real family.

“She didn’t ask for this either.” Andrea blinked slowly, her lashes heavy with disbelief. “So what are you saying? That you’ll keep her too? That we just accept being parts of your messed-up, cowardly world?!” “I’m saying I don’t know how to live without either of you!” he burst, hands trembling, voice on the verge of collapse. And in that moment, his truth only deepened the wound. Because love—real love—didn’t share.