Is The Afton Family Still Alive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even if— The plane flew on. Into clouds. Into darkness. Into whatever ending waited. And I accepted it. All of it. Because this was Ashford life. Ashford love. Ashford fate. Fight. Survive. Die. Repeat. Forever. Until nothing remained but bones and memories and daughter who inherited nightmare we could not escape. Could not end. Could only—survive. Until we could not. Until survival failed. Until— The thought remained unfinished. Like everything else. Like our entire cursed family.

"They were not just random victims. The Carter family had extensive business dealings with both your father and Don Volkov. All three families were connected through multiple ventures. Real estate. Shipping. Import-export. The accident that supposedly killed your parents also killed the entire Carter family." Trevor paused. Took a breath. "Except for one son. Vincent Carter. He was pulled from the wreckage before the cars exploded. Only survivor." "Where is Vincent Carter now?" Grayson asked. "Living on a private estate about forty miles outside the city. Runs a farming operation. Grapes, strawberries, and other crops. He's keeping a low profile. And Boss, there is more." "What?"

He bent and lifted my soul crystal to his chest, wrapped it inside his coat, and turned for the hill. "Dad—!" "Dad, come back—!" Mom and Dad threw themselves after him. Grandpa rolled his shoulder and shrugged them both off. "Don't touch me." He didn't look back. He was old and couldn't fly anymore. He carried my soul crystal down the hill on foot, step by step. Mom and Dad collapsed in the muddy earth beside the grave, covered in yellow soil and bits of grass. Mom convulsed with crying, curled into herself, rolling on the ground. Dad lay facedown, fists hitting the earth, over and over.

“You’re exhausting.” He grinned. “That’s my brand.” Keith lifted his glass. “To quiet nights,” he said. Trina added, “To safe nights.” Mya smiled, eyes shining. “To family.” Casey jumped in immediately. “And to babies. Two of them. Cross cousins incoming. We’re unstoppable.” Adrian sighed, but his hand slid under Trina’s for a brief squeeze. “To health,” he said quietly. Alexander lifted his glass last. He looked at Eva as he did.

Why didn’t he tell me sooner? “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I ask, my voice cracking. The lack of sleep and emotional turmoil of the last few weeks collide turning me into a wreck. Fuck. Charity could still be here. “I’m sorry, Matt.” Aurora says, grabbing my attention, my gaze meeting hers. “That wasn’t Fletcher’s decision, but ours. My family is still hunting us. My father may be dead, but my brother, has taken up the mantel and his reasons for finding us are more nefarious.”

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"We've verified the identification and confirmed it with the forensic team on site. There is no mistake. We need you to come with us to identify the body." Mom's body went rigid. The fury on her face bled away piece by piece, replaced by a blank, hollow disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Her feet might as well have been nailed to the floor. Dad sat in his chair, his hands squeezed into fists so tight they trembled. "Tommy can't be dead. He was eating dinner with us this afternoon. He was out with us tonight. How could he possibly..." Talia's face was white as paper, her lips pressed into a bloodless line. She held Dad's arm and followed the officers out, each step

They were finally free from the terrible things he had done in the past. I find a rare photograph of Atwell and his family, hidden into some old photographs on one of Atwell's wives albums on F******k. The kid looks at the camera, laughing, while Atwell holds him and his wife together. They look happy. Just your mill-of-the-corner, average American trio. But the Mafia never forgets and never forgives. I have to know where they are now. On running a face-detection on the wife and kid, I find my breath catch a hit for the only thing I can find, on the entire open internet, are two obituaries.

“With the whole family.” Franklin nodded slightly, even though it couldn’t be seen. “Noted,” he replied before ending the call. There was a lot waiting for them in Atherton, responsibilities and unfinished matters that couldn’t be ignored, and somewhere beneath it all, the absence of Tristan lingered heavily, something neither of them spoke about but both felt. Franklin made another call almost immediately. “Jonathan,” he said once the line connected, “we’re meeting the family tomorrow. You need to be there.”

"Were you able to get any more information about Alpha Kane’s dead wife?" "Did you find a family member or a close friend", I asked Anton. "Well yes and no, I found out her name", he brings out a notepad from his pocket and shows me a picture, "Her name was Amy, I dug up information about her family". "Do you have their contact information?", I interjected. "Well…. No", Anton replied. "How come, what happened?" I eagerly asked. "They are all dead". Anton answered. He continued, "Her father, mother, brother and two sisters are all dead".