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“Of course. Let Grace’s little nobody get away with it and steal your brother’s rightful inheritance. Shame on you, Edward.” “The Manor is nobody’s inheritance, Audrey. It’s our family cradle, and it belongs to all of us. That’s why we have keepers, not owners.” “Until dear Grace came up with her scheme to leave Henry out!” “Miss Garner here has proved to be closer to our family values than you will ever be. And if our forefathers want her to take care of their home, I won’t be the one to argue against it. Leave now, Audrey. You’re no longer welcome here.”

"I had no idea." Me either. "What are they like?" I didn't really care just then. I only longed to keep him talking. Not because I adored his voice, which I did, but because with every moment that passed I felt him leaving me, drifting farther away. And as long as he was talking, he was still here and still with me. "They're great," he said softly. "The Dumont coven. They're my family." I wanted to sob in grief. I heard the finality in his voice.

“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.”

It was so much more. "It belonged to my father," Donald said, his voice thick with emotion. "And his father before him. It was a tradition in our family to pass it down. But I... I never had a son." He looked at Alexa, his eyes filled with a new, profound sense of family. "And now... now I have a grandson. I want him to have a part of our history, a part of the family that I almost destroyed."

"Money could leave but your family would never leave you if they are truly your family. You could say you want your money and eventually, you will run back to your family. Just like the prodigal son that ran back to his father in the bible. I am a family type of person. I don't joke with my family. I love and appreciate them. And the thought of me losing them makes me scared sometimes. Staying alone without having anyone to talk to isn't the best way to leave life. I love my family, I don't care about money, thank you." I said. People cheered for me and started a round of applause that echoed around the hall filled with people of different races. . . . ……

I only referred to the adoption paperwork at this point, not the fact that she'd brought her boyfriend home to witness it. "We're your family. I assumed it would make you happy to know you still had one after your mom..." "My mom's been dead a handful of months. Her casket hasn't even had time to settle into the ground." I waved my arms at my side to accentuate each sentence. The only time I talked with my hands was when words nearly failed me, and right now, they flailed like wings I wished would carry me away. "Yet, somehow, the three of you believed I'd just write her off? Sign on the dotted line to become a Shaw and drop Thomas? Relinquish my lineage and forget about my past just because

Frozen in time, already fossilized, ten snapshots of the past, and sinister clues to institutional failures. At last, Harry let a deep breath out and struggled to keep the anger and shock from slipping through to the surface. He wanted to hug this dead body, but that would be a deliberate contamination of a possible crime scene. The man, of Puerto Rican descent, was Jorge, Harry's sole family through the lonely stretches of his childhood. Harry stared at those fingers in horror. At last, he exhaled slowly and steered himself clear of any oncoming avalanche of loss and grief. He was over those, determined never to mourn anyone ever again.

I told her she was dead to me so what the hell was she doing in my house. Across from her sat Catherine Earnshaw, elegant and composed, her posture perfect like she had been trained for rooms like mine. Beside her was William Earnshaw, her father, old money, sharp eyes, the kind of man who had never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. The Earnshaws. Wealthy British elites. One of the richest families alive. The kind of people who didn’t expand into America unless they were planning to own something. My stomach sank. The last time my mother had mentioned them, she had spoken far too casually about how nice Catherine was. About how suitable she’d be for me.

“The world is changing and we can change with it. But we are worried about the family and the work, so please forgive us for coming at you like that. We need to be sure that things will run smoothly after Akim had passed away.” The elderly man said and I narrowed my eyes, he smiles softly and his voice is so kind like a grandfather talking with his grandkids but in reality he was a bigger snake than the stupid fucks I shot. “Of course you are right and I can’t lie and say that I will run a tight ship the same as my father but I could promise you that I will do all I could to run the family in a way that beneficial to all of you. I might miss up and might do mistakes but in the end I will do

It was an unknown number, so I rejected it, only for it to ring again. This time, I answered on speaker. “Hello, is this Miss Harper Grey? We’re calling from a TV program called Family Forever. Your mother contacted us and said you’ve been influenced to cut ties with your parents. We’d like to invite you onto our show to have a proper conversation with your family.” “I’m not going.” “Miss Grey, we’d like to help you reunite with your family–” “There’s no need for that.” With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that.