Orang Tuamu Tak Merestui Mga Nobela at Kwento

I patted and kneaded his back to console. "We are family. She becomes our family since she married you. Why the hell our parents are against Elsa? I want all of us together, can't it be possible?" He asked and his words shook me from the bottom of my heart. I'm speechless. What to say my younger one? He is conversing at the peak of maturity. He is not so matured yet. He is the spoiled brat of our family. "It will be possible. But not, for now, Bryan. Until Mom and Dad accept Elsa, I can't return to the mansion," I sighed.

His work jacket still clung to his shoulders, faint traces of dirt marking the sleeves. He looked at the jewelry on the floor, then at his wife, then finally at Karline. “They refused,” he said quietly. Karline blinked. “What?” “The bank,” Matteo explained, his voice heavy. “I went today again. They said our income’s not stable enough, and after last year’s drought... they can’t approve the loan.” Her heart sank, the world suddenly too small, too suffocating. “But… but you said they were considering..” “They were,” Matteo interrupted gently. “But considering is not approving. They said even if they did, the amount wouldn’t be enough for treatment.”

I looked at him puzzled. "We are leaving. I don't want you to stay here anymore. Let's get to our apartment" What! But it's not possible. Our parents will kill us if we leave here. "What do you mean? They won't allow us" "We are not asking their permission. When they are not bothered about our opinion, why should we worry about their opinion? Get your suitcase. Let's go" I knew he is not happy with this marriage but it hurts when he mentions his dislike for this marriage indirectly. Maybe he is still not over Nandhini. He too needs time. But will he accept it?

His lips brushed on my temple. "What's infuriating you?" I ask him, snuggling. "I don't wanna send you with them." He said, eyes were fixed on the display. I glanced at him, "Me! Not us?" I asked him doubtedly. I couldn't plan it without him around me. They were my parents. I love them. And Duante! My world revolved around him. "Your father and uncle don't like me." He said. "If my husband isn't welcomed in their home. I don't wanna go with them. Rose would understand me. I'm not going." I announced.

Now, he was officially against his son. “No!” Taggart gritted low. Bruce showed dissatisfaction. He kept his sharp gaze and didn’t want to give Taggart any chance to relieve. “This isn’t about you.” “I said no, Dad. If you still want to keep me in the pack, you’d better listen to me.” “Taggart!” Bruce scolded him. Taggart raised his chin and smirked arrogantly. He wouldn’t take any dispute with Bruce in front of his people. Taggart walked back to the living room and stopped near Tamara.

"Don't mention it, I will have my Secretary to arrange everything so you could move in a much better place.its for the sake of the kids also." "Ohh theres no need mr.chairman this has been our home for so many years and it has been very close in our hearts that is why we don't wanna move." Mother Su rejected directly! Truth to be told they didn't wanna leave the hope orphanage because this place is dear in her heart and aside from that she knows that Sunny will not leave this place. "Oh I see, then I'll just send a help every month for the kids" mr.Bai said politely. "That would be very much appreciated! Thank you so much" mother su can't hide her happiness by what he had said.

I answered. "You’re a legend! I don't think Jun has even made his first hundred-thousand since he tried to go solo. He’s a sweetheart, but he doesn't have the killer instinct for business. My parents agree, which is why they’re still blocking the mating," Tammy complained. "It’s been five years... I don't know how much longer we can hold out." "Didn't your sire say he’d bless the union if Jun took over his family’s pack-business?"

I glanced toward Samuel, who could only massage his temples slowly, looking utterly resigned to the behavior of these two old lions. "Erm... what Papa Arturo said is right, Papa," I explained as gently as possible, looking at Papa Lucas with a guilty gaze. "I will be staying with my husband. I am married, so it’s impossible for me to leave Samuel all by himself at home." Hearing my answer, Papa Arturo instantly flashed a victorious smile, while Papa Lucas’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. However, he wouldn't be Lucas if he just gave up that easily to fate. "Fine then. I will be staying at your house for the next few days," Papa Lucas declared in an incredibly calm and carefree tone.

My grandmother was already arguing with Uncle Sam in the doorway. "I told you only you, Sam. Only you. What is this?" "Mama. Mama, please. I tried. I told them. They would not listen. The moment I told them about Mary and the house, they insisted. They insisted, Mama. What was I supposed to do?" "You were supposed to tell them no." "I tried." "You did not try hard enough." My grandmother turned to the rest of them. "You are not welcome here. Mary did not invite you. Go home. All of you. Go home."

My father objected first: "Nonsense! He's an outsider with no roots here. If you marry him, you won't even have food to eat. You'll end up living in a barn, suffering for life!" But Mark approved of this idea. "Good! Tom Quinn can't lift a finger to work, always buried in his books. He's perfect for you." My father was wary of Mark. Seeing his approval, he dared not say more and could only ask if Tom was willing. Tom's face turned red as he came before me and nodded. "I... I'm willing, but I can't afford a bride price for your family right now..." I smiled and shook my head. He himself was the greatest treasure.