Justin Herbert Family Novels & Stories

They had spent the entire season here in Lincourt City, and the heat hadn’t let up yet. Helen watched them for a moment, then sighed. “You know… when you think about it, Justin’s life has been pretty rough. First, he lost his dad in that car accident. Then his grandpa. Then his mom. And now, the only family he has left, was his uncle but he is fighting him for the company. Damn.” For once, she actually felt bad for him. Haley finally looked up from her flowers, her expression unreadable. “You’re out of things to talk about, aren’t you?”

he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a hint of something profound and slightly terrifying in his tone, “maybe one day, we’ll fill that house with… with a family. Little ones running through that garden, chasing that scruffy dog.” The words hung in the air, a breathtaking revelation. Marriage. Family. These were words I had only dared to whisper to myself in the deepest recesses of my heart, words that felt too grand, too real, to even acknowledge. But Earnest, with his unwavering conviction, was laying them out before me, as casually and as confidently as he might discuss a new car model.

He muttered before adding, "Now, it's just an empty house with no family to live in it." Justin nuzzled his head in the crook of Ray's neck, trying to hide the pain in his eyes. He could feel the hurt in his voice, and Justin's not dumb not to realize why. Even though Ray doesn't tell him anything about his family other than his father cheated on his mom, Justin could put the pieces together. He knows how hard it is to have a happy family and then one moment, everything just crumbles down. "But with you here..." Ray mumbled, taking Justin away from his train of thoughts. His hand resting at the back of Justin's head as he continues, "it feels like home all over again."

“There is nothing to tell. Cole always thinks he’s better than everybody else. He is always in everybody's business. You should stay away from him.” “Why?” His fingers tightened on the wheel. “Because Cole never does anything without a reason.” My brows furrowed. "O…kay." I had never heard Justin talk about anyone that way. Most especially his stepbrother. I turned my face and gazed out the window. Watching the trees pass by. Justin was acting rather strange today. I remember when he had broken the news that his father was getting married again. Justin had never met his mum, or he couldn't remember her. She left with some dude even before he turned five.

The consensus was that Justin's reputation as a scumbag was now undeniable, given his own sister's accusations. Lindsay held the phone up to Jenny. "You're trending." "The Ford family might come to drag you back after hearing what you said." Since Lindsay had dated Justin and was close to Jenny, she was well-acquainted with the Ford family dynamics. Currently, Justin's father was the head of the Ford family. Being the third son, he had ousted his two older brothers to take control of the Ford Corporation. Though the family branches appeared harmonious, there was underlying resentment from the other two.

Justin feared the truth about him pushing me into the sea would come out, so he didn't even tell them I was in the hospital. While the Reed family had considerable influence in River City, the Wright family's power was not to be underestimated. Additionally, the Reed Group still relied on my father's investment, and I served as the chief architect for the company. Justin needed my family's resources and my expertise. "Mr. and Mrs. Wright, just look at Stella. She's putting on quite the act, pretending not to recognize me. She even grabbed my arm just now," Justin complained to my parents, wearing a smile.

"It’s how much you’ve managed to achieve, being my father’s closest friend. Even after his death, you kept on climbing, didn’t you?" The table grew tense as Justin chuckled bitterly. "Look how far you’ve come—Mr. Tom Jefferson, stepfather of three, not four and late husband to the wealthy Mrs. Sonia Martínez." Mr. Tom furrowed his brow, setting his glass down. "What exactly are you implying, Justin?" Justin shook his head, his thumb still soothingly caressing my neck. "Oh, nothing. I just figured since everyone is so curious about my wife’s family, it’s only fair to share some of my family matters."

And now her father wants her to stay away from him. Not like that was the problem, Stacy was already stating her claim on him and Justin can’t say no to her, now she knows why. Justin family aren’t that rich, in fact, they are just a foot in the middle class and she can understand now why his father wouldn’t want anything to ruin his collaboration with the business tycoon, Harold Roberts, it’s just sad that Justin would be sacrificing his own happiness for the betterment of his family. She knows he doesn’t like Stacy, after all, despite the fact Stacy has had her handful of boyfriends, she had been pursuing Justin for as long as she could remember and he had never spared her a glance and all

Rebecca also gets interested to hear all the things about Hutson. "There are only three members in the Hutson Family!" Julia said, raising three fingers as a gesture. "Mr. Jack Hutson the real owner of HUTSON CORPORATION. Mrs.Lara Hutson who is a most reputable lady and Mr. Jack's wife! And the last but most important member is Edwin Hutson, their son who's going to inherit their billionaire property alone and going to become the next president of the company." Julia told everything as she works for that company. "They are a perfect powerful family without any holes!"

Little Brian called, not to be outdone, his arms already lifted in demand. Herbert was more than willing. He shifted Little Valerie to one hip and scooped her brother up with the other. “Welcome to my home,” he murmured, kissing each small temple in turn. Brian lowered his phone, the screen now holding a humble, powerful truth - Herbert. With a twin in each arm, and his son’s chosen wife welcomed at last. It was a picture no one had planned for, but one that would matter - not just as a memory, but as a testament. The victory wasn’t in the pixelated image, but in the fact that it could be taken at all.