Keep It In The Family Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I picked up the glass in front of me and took a slow sip. Once the murmurs in the room died down, I finally spoke. "The Emerson family fortune goes to Emerson blood. Bastards don't qualify."

I wanted to make sure they stayed caffeinated and alert so they could guard the mourning hall well—just in case anything untoward appeared during the night. I cast a brief glance at the two figures in the refrigerated caskets and smiled imperceptibly. I was aware the internet was saturated with news of the tycoon spending 1.5 million dollars to secure a heart for his son, so I was genuinely curious to see what kind of "miracle" Aunt Jacklyn thought she could pull off to get Dad out of this alive. Time seemed to pass quickly as they chatted the night away. It was still early morning when the people at the crematorium sent a vehicle over for Mom's and Jesse's bodies. In the end, the relatives

Wyatt's POV "Give me back my watch!" I roared as I lunged at Patrick, trying to snatch my watch back. It was the only keepsake my father had left me. I had kept it safe all these years and was reluctant to even touch it too much. I never expected Patrick would take it too. But before I could get close, Callista suddenly shoved me to the ground. She spread her arms wide and stood firmly in front of Patrick. "I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!"

WELCOME HOME, KEEPER Amelia stared at it. “Keeper…” August nodded. “Your father never told you, did he?” “Told me what?” “The Keeper isn’t chosen.” “He is born.” Henry shouted, “Don’t believe him!” August ignored his brother. “For generations, the Carter family protected the Covenant.” He looked directly at Amelia. “The responsibility passes through blood.” Samuel’s voice echoed from the darkness behind him. “He’s lying.” Everyone turned. Samuel stepped onto the platform from a side corridor.

And forget that my family was the only I can hold on to. "Don't worry Hanna will understand you And the rest of your family And I want to tell you Is that your father's family was so amazing. And the one thing only like to tell you that there is the particular book that we need to for evidence to that family and that was still white book all of the illegal transaction of them Was been written all to that book So if you want to help me contact me here is my number and Henry be careful that family is ruthless and they won't give a Damn If Someone's died because the most important to them is money."

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

She fumed. "It is obvious he has inherited the genes of your lowly family and exhibited their shananiga!" Irina continued speaking so angrily, while Audrey continued to plead relentlessly. "It is better that you and your son leave this house, and that we cut you out of the family before you throw rubbish on us!" Irina continued angrily, as she made to leave instantly without waiting to hear any more of what Audrey was saying anymore.

Before, I would always advise him, make him study hard, make him understand that as the heir to the family, he needed wisdom, not just brute force; such a family wouldn't last. Now, I'm tired. So tired that even breathing is a burden. “Do as you please, do whatever you want,” I said. As soon as I stepped into the house, the old wooden door behind me slammed shut. A lock slid into place. “This is Mr. Pete's order,” a woman outside said, “You stay here and reflect until you realize your mistakes.” I remained silent. Over the next few days, the food became increasingly scarce, and eventually, even the food that was delivered was spoiled.