Keep It In The Family Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Go ahead and bid on whatever you want today. Don't worry, I'll cover it all." Her friends cheered loudly. "Chloe, you're amazing!" I couldn't help but snicker. Chloe had absolutely no idea how things stood with her family. Since my rebirth, my dad had been slowly cutting off ties with the Parker family's businesses. The only remaining collaborations were small contracts worth tens of thousands. The Parker family enterprise was barely surviving. Just as I was about to move Carmen somewhere quieter, Jacob spotted me. "Jack?" Then Chloe's friends noticed me and started making a ruckus.

"Mom and Dad said that from now onward, the family assets would be equally split between Fable and me." "Family assets?" I smiled, amused. "Are you talking about the house they're staying in, or that car? I'm sorry, but those are all my personal assets. I'm just about to take them back now." "That's impossible! Mom, she's spouting nonsense, right?" Madeline paled, grabbing Fiona's arm in search of an answer. However, the truth was something no one could deny. "Do you really have to be this ruthless, Heidi? You're so capable—can't you just let us live in that house?" Fiona pleaded.

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.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

“Didn’t I tell you to come comfort the family first!” “The family of the deceased is very stubborn. They can’t be appeased at all!” “I understand. I will go over now.” “Alright!” (HAPPY INDEPENDANCE DAY MY DEAR READERS)

He dropped tiredly into the chair before staring at me. “Please, enlighten me.” I gripped the handle of my crutch hard enough that my knuckles turned white. “There is nothing more important than this family, son. Literally nothing in this world. I love my family." "What a funny way of showing it!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. He only glared at me, paused a bit, and continued. "This is why I must take tough decisions to secure your future and the well-being of this family. The Cattanio-Alderman gifted us something so great. Only a foolish man would have turned that down.” Really? Is that all he had to say?

She didn't even know anything about my family. "Last I heard, the pig's still breathing," she hissed. "He keeps a record of every item ever auctioned—who bought what, when, for how much. He's very dangerous, girl, but if you could get him to talk, to show you those records, you'll find your family." ...... I left the house with a sour taste crawling up my throat. The urge to retch—retch out my hope, my disappointment, my confusion—gripped me like a fist around my stomach.

I said softly, “Hudson brought this on himself.” His mother burst into tears and leaned into her husband. “Our family is cursed.” Gideon’s father said roughly. “You won’t be immune.” I wanted to say that my family had always been cursed as well, but I kept my mouth shut. They were hurting, and I could understand that. “Is there… a place where family records are kept?” I asked gently, “You’re right that I should learn more about my future family.” “There’s a private family library,” Gideon’s father said, “I’ll show it to you tomorrow.”

Somewhere I couldn't reach her. "As you can hear," Conrad said. "She's perfectly fine." "She's thirteen months old and she's in a stranger's house." "I'm not a stranger. I'm her family." The word hit me like a closed fist. Family. From the man whose family empire had a rejection ritual and a filing system for people it discarded. From the man whose grandson had looked at an ultrasound and said get rid of it because that's what family had taught him love looked like.

I impatiently looked at them both standing outside in disarray. “Ten years I waited on this family. Ten years, and none of it meant as much as Sarah’s one little whine. Is that how low I am in your eyes? That desperate to chase after you? “Mom, no! You are my dearest mom!” I looked at Rayan, who was crying in desperation. Deep down, I felt a little guilty. But then his thoughts flashed through my mind. “Stupid woman. She’s actually serious. She’s loaded. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll cling to her and not let go. Otherwise, how am I supposed to get the Hartley family fortune?”