Invincible Family Matters Novels & Stories

Neither Ryan nor Vivian liked it. “Or do you want to see our company fall?” Victor looked at his daughter. “If there is any other way, then I would have taken my chances. But there is none. Our opponent is the mighty Claimer family. One sneeze from them can wash our company away, so we better not poke their noses from now on. And that goes for both of you. I’m going to personally handle everything related to the Claimer family from now on. Everything.” “But, Dad…” Vivian then told Victor about the meeting they had with Brendon Conreid.

“Oh, now you’re my mother? I sometimes suspect that I might’ve been adopted. You always gave Athena the best of everything since we were kids. “Just because I was the oldest, you treated me like garbage. You always yelled or hit me, while Athena got to live like your precious little princess. “Then, when I got a job, you started leeching off me. You took my money just to buy things for Athena! “When Athena got knocked up before marriage, you drained your entire savings to help raise her child. “I don’t owe you a thing! You don’t deserve to be called my mother!” The people before me were monsters. They did not deserve to be called my family. If there were no consequences, I would have taken r

"You people are insane. How dare you try to fool me like this? Who do you think you are?" Before the trainee healer could say more, she jabbed at the screen in fury and hung up. Perhaps drawn by her shouting, Dad pushed open the door from the other side. "Evan is still resting. Why are you yelling?" Clutching the phone tightly to her chest with both hands, she looked helplessly at Dad. "The healing center just called. They said Connie… Connie's dead. That can't be true, right?" In response, Dad merely sneered. "You're too easy to fool. Connie's full of tricks. If something really happened, she'd have dragged Linda down with her. See, Linda is alive and well now, isn't she?"

"Why are you calling me?" "Because I just blew up Victor's primary warehouse. Killed twelve of his men. And now I'm coming for Marcus. For the FBI. For everyone who hurt our family." "Why?" "Because they killed our parents. And James is my brother too. And I always protect family." The call ended. Nickey stared at his phone. A sister. Triplets. Another impossibility in a sea of lies. "Did she just say sister?" Davis asked. Before Nickey could answer, the van's tire exploded. They spun out of control. Crashed into a barrier.

Was family. But now, my own family is falling apart, thanks to the internal betrayal by dearest uncle Fabio. Dad's in the hospital so Aunt Frances, Killian and a few other members are the ones holding it together. And I'm the pawn, the bridge binding the Vitos to the Davenports because we need their support. That's what dad said. We Davenports may look united but we're divided. It's all messy on the internal side. Everyone's trying to get rid of the other, playing games and tricks.

“You are not the only one with allies, Adrian.” That made the room go colder. I did not move. She went on, almost lazily, “You keep making this into a family matter because that is easier for you. Blood. Fathers. Sons. Legacy. Men like you always think family is the center of the story.” My jaw tightened. “What story is it then?” Veronica’s eyes held mine with the calmness of a woman who had already decided how much she was willing to reveal. “The story,” she said, “is that some things are older than your family and larger than your little crisis.”

Captions like: “Simple happiness.” “Nothing matters more than family.” It was clearly meant to provoke me. I didn’t care. The moment I answered the call, Victor’s furious voice exploded from the speaker. “Chloe! What the hell does this mean?” “Are you really going to tear this family apart just for your own happiness?!” His mother was there too. “You vicious woman!” she screamed. “You’ve destroyed a perfectly good family!” “You won’t end well—mark my words!” At first, I had no idea what they were talking about.

My crew…my family, would never be safe if they were associated with me. All it took was a lapse in my guard, a seemingly routine trip for supplies, and people would die. "When I was in Avalon, my father mentioned something about immunity," Evie said slowly as if tasting her words. I looked over my shoulder as my mother raised a brow, swiping the vegetables off the cutting board into a bowl. "Evie, you threw away your claim when you ran," my mother stated, crossing her arms. "What is this about immunity, mother?"

Uncle Wymond said. Even if Yvonne was simple and did not care about world affairs, she was still in her thirties. At this time, she must take up the courage of the whole family. She looked at the whole family firmly and said, "I am still the daughter-in-law of the Shaw Family. If I do nothing wrong, no one can drive me away unless I back down! And about my parents, I must tell everyone about my parents' innocence. I have to find the guy who pulled out my parents 30 years ago! Some people just want to destroy the relationship between me and Marcus!"

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face