Keluarga Tercinta の小説・ストーリー

No more complications. Just love. Just family. Just us. Forever. The way it always should have been.

Because this closeness, this love, this family was ours. And it was unstoppable.

And I know, deep in my heart, that my family, all of our families are safe. The End.

I sob, Relieved, grateful, Roman's lips brush my ear, "Family, whole, together, at last." "You did this," I whisper, thanking Roman, my heart full, Roman smiles, "We did this," he corrects, our love standing tall. Together we watch our daughters, laughter filling the air, Our family, whole, complete, without a single care. Love shines bright, acceptance, belonging, too, Our family's bond, forever strong, forever true. ########## DARRICK POV

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

My smile plastered all over my face from the sight of my loved ones gathered once again here feasting to our heart's content. We're still in the backyard enjoying our family party and we will welcome Noche Buena together. It’s just priceless, I’m not going to trade my family for anything in this world no matter what. I’m so lucky to have them, we're not a perfect family as well but we have each other's back no matter what happens. Even though we're miles apart and we couldn't see each other very often we know if someone needs our help there's no hesitation at all and they will be there.

His family was brutally tortured and murdered. Growing up, I always had a loving family. My brother and I shared a deep sibling bond, a love-hate relationship that beautified our childhood. Everyone knew we loved each other more than we expressed, and I miss that desperately. I would trade anything to have those moments back in my life.

"You should stop. You're not my parent_" Nicole continued as if she was never cut off. "I'm totally happy for you but I don't want you to get hurt. If he loves you like you said, he wouldn't want to but it's inevitable. You're the closest thing I have that is family and I'm not going to see you go into something foolish." "He promised not to hurt me. He promised to take care of me and would never let me go." Ava's voice shook. The tears were running and her knees grew weak that they bucked and Nicole sprawled to the floor with her.

Emilia was meticulously coloring paper flowers while Luca was stringing handmade garlands. “Papa,” Emilia said, her little brow furrowed in concentration, “are Aunt Grace and Uncle Marcus really our family even though they don’t live with us?” I smiled at her question, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yes, sweetheart. Family isn’t just about living under the same roof. It’s about loving and caring for each other no matter what. They’ve been here for us, and we’ve been here for them. That makes them family.”

"To family. To love. To breaking cycles. To building something beautiful from the ashes." "To family," everyone echoed.