روايات وقصص ضمن Quitting This Family After Being Abandoned For Laughs

A tidal wave of hatred pounded through me, threatening to burst out of my body. Just then, my phone buzzed, and a message from Lucy popped up. "Don't worry, Sierra. If your son doesn't pull through this time, I'll pay for you to adopt a child from an orphanage. How about that? Honestly, what were you thinking, raising a bastard in the Grant family like that?" My grip tightened around my phone, my knuckles turning white from the force. I ground my teeth so hard that my jaw ached. I was going to make sure Lucy rotted in prison for this!

"A fuss? Who's the one making a fuss?" "I saw the group chat. Did any of you ever consider me part of this family?" The color drained from my mother's face. "Aurora, listen to me, that was just your brother talking nonsense. He was drunk…" I cut her off. "Don't bother. A family like this… I don't want it anymore." My father, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, each word a condemnation. "It was just a few jokes in a group chat. What does that prove?"

“Sienna, you stole my life! You took my throne without my permission! You should be thanking me for dragging you out of that pathetic rental shack in the first place!” I set my wine glass down calmly, watching her display. The sheer irony of it was hysterical. Had she forgotten that she was the one who abandoned our family to run away with a painter? She hadn’t given a damn whether the family lived or died back then. “Did I steal it? You’re the one who abandoned your family to follow a man, leaving everyone at death’s door. “You got to pack up and leave whenever you pleased, while I was forced to clean up your mess. I had to take bullets for this family, launder their money, and endure the h

" At that point, I didn't want to hear another word. After asking the campsite owner to make sure Preston got his car keys, I turned and walked away from the campsite. When I got down the mountain, I started working on my resignation. I'd already handed over almost all of my work. The only thing left was to submit my resignation letter. I called home to let them know about my resignation. The phone rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. The background on the other end was so noisy that my mom's voice was practically drowned out. When she heard I was quitting, all she said was a hurried, "Stay safe. I'm busy right now, so let's talk another time."

"Look at you now. Don't you look just like a dog? No, you're worse than one. At least the dog wagged its tail while chewing your mom's bones. Your mom's been eaten. Your dad doesn't want you. And now I'm leaving too! Serves you right to never have children! Hahaha!" Rupert froze, then let his hand drop from his chest. He was probably thinking that if there really was a grandchild on the way, maybe the Broadway family could salvage a shred of its dignity. Vivian saw hope and started crying again. She struggled toward Josiah, pressing her stomach forward.

When I was eight, I got into an argument with my sister Freya. She pointed at me and snapped, “You’re not even their real daughter. They got you from an orphanage.” I went crying to our parents. They held her close and nodded. “It’s true. You clung to our legs and begged us to take you home.” After that, I stopped competing with Freya for their attention or asking for presents. I did all the chores and even took the blame when Freya broke things, scared they’d send me back if I wasn’t good enough. For fifteen years, I lived with that fear. This month, I came home early for the Moonlight Festival. Outside the front door, I heard Freya laughing with our relatives. “Tessa will believe

Three days before my wedding, my adopted sister, Mia Collins, said she wanted to know what it felt like to be a bride. My parents and my fiancé, Julian Carter, immediately asked me to give her my wedding so she could live out her dream. Years ago, Mia's father had died saving my parents. Afterward, Mia came to live with us, and my whole family felt we owed her a debt we could never repay. In the name of gratitude, my parents even tried to give her the house my grandmother had left me. Julian went behind my back and put her name on designs I'd poured my heart into. I thought that once we'd repaid her, things would go back to normal. They'd love me the way they used to. But when I flatly refus

I remembered her shouting that I should be grateful for the Russo family's generosity while they plotted to take what belonged to me. Now she needed something. And suddenly, we were family. "You had plenty to say about me when you thought I needed your approval," I replied. "Where was this concern for family then?" "That was a misunderstanding." "Was it?" "I was upset. Everyone was upset. You know how things get during arguments." I closed my eyes. There it was. Not an apology. Not accountability. Just another attempt to make her behavior sound insignificant. "How much water do you need?" she asked. "We can pay you. Whatever you want."

On my wedding day, in front of every major family in New York, I announced that the ceremony was canceled. Half an hour earlier, my adopted sister, Sophia Moretti, had sent a photo of what she claimed was a blood-red death mark on the car sent to pick her up. My fiancé, Luca Romano, grabbed his gun and rushed off to save her, leaving me stranded there. My veil felt tighter by the minute, until my temples throbbed. My two older brothers took every guard we had and rushed to her too. I looked at the empty seats. When I finally called, I learned that the so-called death mark was just red primer showing through where the paint had been scraped off. They'd known for a while that there was no dang

When I heard that my father and my husband, Luca Santangelo, had been ambushed and killed in Sicily, I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner with the other women of the Valenti family. The bodyguard who brought the news was soaked in blood. "The Don's been killed, and Mr. Santangelo's been shot dead! Marco and Nico fought their way out with their men, but Moretti's people are still hunting them!" The words were barely out of his mouth when a shrieking alarm tore through the night. More than a dozen SUVs blocked every exit, and masked gunmen pounded on the gates. Outside, the men were jeering. "Before dawn, we drag every last one of them to the Moretti dungeon. Torture them first, then wait for t