It Runs In The Family Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

again. “I was going to find you,” he says. “I figured,” I reply. “Your town found me first.” He pauses before speaking- “this is your town too, Sloane” His mouth tightens. “People talk. I’m sorry” “They always did.” I reply- “But unlike you, my family doesn’t own this town. My family is definitely not who the county is named after. I'm nobody, I’m only somebody when it comes to my history with you.”

"Every member of my family." The Shared-Sense System paused, as if the idea were new to it. Then its reply came sharp and satisfied. "Approved. Bound targets: Amber, your eldest brother Justin, your second brother Nelson, your third brother Rayden, and your fourth brother Stefan. "Activation condition: First pain event reaches 90+. Bound targets will share 30% of your pain. "Second pain event at 90+: Transfer increases to 65% percent. "Third pain event: Transfer becomes 100%.

You have until the end of the week to return what belongs to this family. Dominic watched the paper burned but the words written stayed in his mind. He exhaled slowly, looked up and straightened just as footsteps approached from the corridor, lighter ones first, then a smaller, hurried set that broke into a run. “Mama! Mama! The T-Rex can run faster than a car!” Nicholas burst into the room like a gust of sunlight, a book clutched open in both hands, pages already creased from rereading. Althea followed close behind, her hair still damp, from the morning, a soft laugh on her lips that seemed almost defiant against the weight that lived in this house.

“Not just rich, Mya. You’re part of us. Money’s only part of it. What matters is you’re family.” Her breath hitched. Family. The word glowed brighter than the word billionaire ever could. Still, the enormity of it staggered her. She shook her head slowly, trying to reconcile the woman who had pawed through classifieds that morning with the woman they described now. It felt like two lives colliding, one cracking open to make room for the other. Alexander reached across the table, his hand warm as it covered hers. “You’ve carried the weight of survival for too long. Let us carry it with you now.”

“Though I must admit, I expected you to have read the family rules by now. I thought Mathew delivered them to you days ago?” I frowned. “Family rules?” Her brow lifted, elegant and amused. “The West Family Code and Compendium. Surely you’ve seen it? Leather-bound, gold trim, embossed crest?” My stomach dropped. Oh. That massive brown book sitting on my dresser. Indeed, Mathew had brought it four days ago, but I couldn't read it because of how stressed out I was — from finding my daughter to meeting Detroit ‘on his death bed’, to getting dragged into a wedding I didn't plan for.

The truth was that seeing my family slowly fall apart still hurt. But I could never forgive Frost, the man who had destroyed my family. At that moment, the scheduled email I had prepared was finally sent. It was delivered directly to the mailbox of the Federal Trade Commission. At the same time, it spread rapidly across the internet. The story instantly became a major topic of public discussion. Vivian was exhausting every connection and resource she had to save the family. Yet she kept running into invisible obstacles. By the time she discovered the truth, the Kramer Group had already been completely divided up.

Because I didn't believe it either. Dante had been back in New York for less than two months, but for the four years before that, he had been running the Chicago side of the family business, and Claire and Leo had been there the whole time. He had not come back for Nico and me. He came back because Claire said she wanted to return with her son. So he brought them home, settled them in, and put Leo into the training slot that should have belonged to Nico. Even today, when my son had been crying for him in the smoke, he still chose another child first.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I snapped, "Mom, I saw the message you sent." The line went dead silent for a second, but she recovered quickly. "I just sent it by mistake. Besides, we're family. Is there really any need to be so petty?" She said it so matter-of-factly that it made me look like the unreasonable one. I let out a bitter laugh. "Have you ever actually treated me like family? You call it a family dinner, but I'm always the one running around while everyone else just sits around waiting to be served. I buy everything based on what everyone else likes, but has a single person ever asked what I want?"

He traced my face with his fingertips, following the line of my jaw until he held me there, gripping me with a subtle but possessive hold. “You’re looking for answers in the wrong place.” His voice came out low and hoarse, laced with a mystery that only fueled my confusion even more. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out, pulled a book from the shelf, and placed it in front of me. “You need to find your own path and your own answers, human. The truth is yours to discover.” My attention fell on the book’s cover. Fenrir Family. My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard.

You said that, Ethan. 'I know I did. I almost believed it too,' he said, his voice cracking. 'I almost forgot everything they told me. I almost forgot everything that was in that damn book. My parents told me we could never run from this. I mean, fuck, we tried, Case. We ran around the world so many times, our heads were spinning. We ran, but they knew. Deep down, they