Inglewood Family Bloods 소설 & 이야기

we're family," came rushing back with brutal clarity. The footage cut to another scene again. This time, it showed Mom and Uncle Keith in an office, with an audio recording capturing them scheming about how to cook the books and quietly siphon the money Dad had invested in the company into their personal accounts. "That fool actually believes we're expanding production. Once this payment clears, I've got my eye on the fully loaded Porsche." The evidence was airtight. There was nothing left to deny. The crowd erupted into chaos. "This is fraud! This whole marriage was a con!" "The Sutherlands have no shame! They even used their own son as a prop!" "Someone call the police! Lock up every last

I leaned against the hospital corridor wall, my free hand gripping the edge for support. "There must be some mistake. My brother doesn't have that kind of money. He wouldn't borrow—" "But he did." The man cut me off smoothly. "Borrowed it from us. Spent it. And now he can't pay it back. Which makes it your problem." "My problem?" Heat flushed through me, anger mixing with disbelief. "I'm not responsible for his debts." "You are now." There was no warmth in his voice. "Family is family, Miss Santos. And in our world, when one person can't pay, the debt passes to the next of kin. That's you."

The ancient affirmation that I heard used in a clearing in the dark for a different purpose, turned now toward something it was always better suited for. Aldric looks at me again. "The last heir of the Moonblood line," he says. And then he stops. And what he does next is not in the formal script, I can tell by the way the hall shifts slightly, by the way the other elders exchange glances. He steps down from his position and he looks at me directly, just a man now, all the titles stripped away, and he says: "Forgive an old wolf who was wrong." The hall is very still.

“I know. And I also know you’d be a moron to walk away from this without at least hearing them out.” “I don’t want to be their pawn.” “Then don’t be. Be the wrench in their gears instead.” Noah barked a short laugh at that. “A very expensive wrench.” “Exactly.” Eli stood, walked over, and clapped a hand on Noah’s shoulder. “You’re not just some charity case anymore, man. You’re the guy they thought they could erase. And now? Now you’re the headline.” Noah was quiet for a while. Then he opened the folder again. Not to read the documents — just to see the shape of them. The sharp, clean corners. The place where his mother’s name lived in black ink. Her ghost inked onto paper by a man who’d nev

“Your attack killed my father. He died protecting Saint’s mother. The men you sent to our house? One survived. I pulled out every toenail, then I cut each one off. By the time I was done with your friend, Anan, he was little more than a piece of tenderised meat.” “Fuck you!” Bruce yelled. “Don’t bother calling your father. Your whole family’s dead, your associates, their associates, the Han family, the Cheng family, all dead. While we’ve been ‘talking’, my family has been killing yours.” The distinct popping sounds of a silenced rifle rang out around us as Bruce Wei’s men toppled to the ground. He looked around him with disbelief in his eyes. “You’re going to take a ride with Hudson and Wild

“He may still be. I haven’t been keeping close track.” “And for him to take the throne—” “He would have to slaughter my whole family and his parents.” My gut churns. Someone with my blood could be the murderer, and I didn’t even notice. I didn’t think to consider anyone in the family, no matter how distant the connection is. “You are brilliant.” I kiss Ingrid on the side of the head and discover she’s frowning instead of grinning ear-to-ear like she should be. “What?” “That just seems like a lot of murder to get away with,” she says slowly. “Are you sure there’s no one closer…?”

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

"Get out of my way, I need to see my daughter!" My father couldn’t accept the truth. He shoved the medical staff aside and stormed into the operating room. I lay there, silently, my face pale from the severe blood loss with no sound left in me. His steps faltered when he felt the dried blood beneath his feet. “Whose blood is this?” Shawn answered coldly, “It’s your daughter’s blood. Don’t you recognize it?” When my father saw my lifeless body, he reached out while trembling to feel for any breath. His pupils widened in shock.

“She’d be pissed if she knew you were going to do this. Think about your nieces and nephews. What are they going to do if your brothers don’t have money? You know your brothers aren’t capable at all. Don’t act on impulse. “Audrey and the rest don’t lack money. She’s the Stone family’s missus. Stone Group is only second to York Corporation in Wiltspoon. Liberty’s younger sister is the York family’s missus. The York family is the wealthiest in Wiltspoon. “All of them are richer than any of us. Your compensation probably means nothing to them. Besides, do you think they’ll forgive your mom for everything she did just because you gave them their share? “They’ll always be your enemies, Caroline.