Novel & Cerita Keluarga Tak Kasat Mata Part 13

[Screenshot 1] [Screenshot 2] [Screenshot 3] The whole family opened the screenshots and went completely speechless.

“Even if you never remember, it doesn’t matter. We can start over. We can be a family again.” I stepped back, out of their reach. “You’ve misunderstood. My memory is perfectly intact. I remember each of you. I remember everything.”

“You’re exhausting.” He grinned. “That’s my brand.” Keith lifted his glass. “To quiet nights,” he said. Trina added, “To safe nights.” Mya smiled, eyes shining. “To family.” Casey jumped in immediately. “And to babies. Two of them. Cross cousins incoming. We’re unstoppable.” Adrian sighed, but his hand slid under Trina’s for a brief squeeze. “To health,” he said quietly. Alexander lifted his glass last. He looked at Eva as he did.

"Mikey, you have to grow up well, okay? Only if you grow up well can you marry a woman someday." Upon seeing that, I slowly held Austin out and said, "Martha, Michael is dead, but we have mini Mikey here. Do you want to hold him? He's your grandson!" I deliberately emphasized the last word. As if possessed, Martha snapped her gaze upward and glanced at the newborn in my arms. Instead of recognition, her face twisted in horror before she shoved Austin away. Then, she stood up and darted into the corner, crouching down as if trying to hide.

Whenever I tried to explain, My family members always accuse me of being jealous and immature. I stared at my brother's hands in a daze. How long had it been since he touched my face this gently? "Female victim, age between tAshwoodty and tAshwoodty-five. Preliminary assessment: time of death approximately one month ago." His assistance stood nearby, reporting the initial examination results. My brother's movements stopped abruptly. One month. Exactly when I disappeared. I clearly saw his eyelashes tremble. Did he think of me? Did he feel even a trace of concern for me?

Micheal cues in, and I turn to him. “Don’t object to my orders when silly employees are present. It gives them a false sense of security.” I snapped and he shut up. “Go back in there and let the silly society people mingle with themselves. I don’t favour their company. I will go in when I am ready. It’s my party after all.” I finished and just like that, they left the room again, grumbling and stunned. I felt cold eyes boring me and I turned to face the young father and son, wondering why Capita was watching me.

"So this is how the mighty Blackwood heir lives. Father would be devastated." "Father's expectations stopped mattering to me a long time ago," Casie replied, setting her keys on the kitchen counter. "Now that we’re away from cameras that will let more humans know about things that their not meant too,” Casie’s eyes fell to the floor this was hard for her Rick was the closest thing she had to family she had had since she left her pack that night. “There’s no easy way to say this so I’m going to show you instead.”

(What has gotten into you? “Forse il fatto che sto ricevendo lezioni sulla famiglia mentre nessuno di voi se ne frega davvero della famiglia o delle figlie della famiglia.” (Maybe the fact that I’m being lectured about family when none of you actually give a shit about family or the daughters in the family.) Luna grabs my arm, “Come on, let's go and wait with Igor.” She swallows, “We might get some news.”

I exchange glances with Jim, our unspoken connection reflecting a shared acknowledgment that our family history is taking an unforeseen turn. As we await the next chapter of this unfolding narrative, the living room becomes a space where the threads of our family's past weave into the present, creating a tapestry of complexity and intrigue. The unexpected story, still shrouded in secrecy, leaves us on the edge of discovery, eager to uncover the truths that have long remained hidden. The living room, now charged with emotions and untold tales, holds the promise of unraveling family mysteries that will shape the chapters yet to come.