Keep It In The Family Audiobook Novels & Stories

"He stood there judging me, calling me shameless. "I said I had reasons, I'd tell you myself—but he wouldn't listen. Said I'd walk away with nothing! I was cornered, so yeah, I said it. But it was the truth. "What did I do wrong? Nothing! I just... didn't think it'd end like that..." Her voice faded. Then she smiled again. "Get me out of here, okay? I know you can. I'll take our daughter and come home with you. Then you'll have a kid. You can't have one anyway. We can still be a happy family—"

A picture of my son. Lucas Ashford. And beside him… Valentina. My fingers tightened around the cup. “Turn up the volume,” I said sharply. The maid quickly picked up the remote. “Yes, madam.” The sound filled the room. “…the Ashford family continues to dominate the business world,” the reporter said with a smile. “However, many are beginning to ask questions about the future of the family—especially the issue of an heir.” My heart skipped. I leaned forward slowly.

"You've been handling all the details and content for this deal from the start. Get it done now—don't you dare push back. "The Abate family has always been ruthless. They're not someone you can afford to cross. Hurry up and get this done. If they aren't satisfied, you won't be able to handle the consequences."

"Look at him. He's so well-behaved now." "Send him back in the morning. They need to straighten him out for good." Every word had been a nail in my coffin. What she had taken for obedience was my numbness after being broken. What she had meant by straightening me out was pushing me deeper into hell. The officers watched my family fall apart, their expressions still serious but weighted with something heavier now. "We have already opened an investigation into this facility. It will be thoroughly examined, and there will be a full accounting for your family and for the deceased."

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I haven't left you great wealth. I couldn't. But I've left you something more important. The old family house in Oakridge Village. It's small. It isn't luxurious. But it belongs to you. Keep it. Whenever life becomes too noisy, go there. Remember who you are. And remember that your father never stopped believing in you. Live with courage. Love with wisdom. Forgive when you're ready. But never abandon yourself for anyone. I will always be proud to call you my daughter. With all my love,

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

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.

I whispered with a frown and hopped that my question wasn’t over the sound of chatters of this weird-ass Royal family. Aaron smiled before replying which I must say was not a whisper. The man was as confident as ever when he openly replied which again I was sure could have been heard by anyone who was listening, “They already know whatever they want to know. Nothing is a secret here unless you really make effort to keep it that way. Even if I haven’t told them, ask anyone and they will tell you the exact schedule of ours. So don’t worry baby, as I told you before this is the way here. This family is not like the one you have lived with till now.”

“The bastard’s been proving hard to get as of late. I’m fucking tired of it. He has this ‘elaborate’ plan to take everything my parents built away. Fuck if I’m letting him do that. I’ll die protecting everything they built. I used to like him back then. He’d buy me presents all the time, but then I learned the truth about how he’s been treating his sons. That’s downright nasty. I never understand his need to have more money. It’s not everything.” “But it is.” “It’s not.” “It is.” “It’s not.” “Yeah, sure. Coming from the girl who has more money than she could ever spend in her entire life.” “I don’t give a fuck about the money. Family is more important to me.” There was a knock on the door, a