روايات وقصص ضمن Quitting This Family After Being Abandoned For Laughs

“Son, what is the meaning of your resignation letter? You’re the heir. You can’t just quit the family business! And why was I notified that your name popped up in Vegas and our lawyer informing that you’d gone off and got married to a man?” “Dad, I love him. I know you would never agree so I quit,” “Fucking hell, Oscar, you do not go off and marry some thug in Vegas. We are a respectable family. If you really need to marry a man at least married the well bred ones. There are plenty of gay educated men comes from a wealthy family. With our distinguish family name I am certain you’ll have good choices. Not that I think it’s normal, but at least we can still...fucking hell, Oscar, I have looked

I said. He stepped closer and pulled the top form free. It was one of the family access sheets, and my name and Nico's had already been crossed out. His voice went cold. "You're taking him out of the system?" "It had to be done sooner or later." He looked at me for a long moment. "Serena, what exactly are you doing?" I slid the rest of the papers into the folder. "You always said I wouldn't leave," I said. "Now you can watch."

Legend had it that Shaffer Mansion was haunted. Only I knew the stories were true, because I was born with the ability to see through paranormal illusions. When a reality show moved its production crew into the mansion, the only thing anyone noticed was a little boy in overalls. He looked innocent and harmless, but he was actually a puppet controlled by the demon lurking inside the mansion. Behind that innocent face was the most dangerous presence in the entire house. The first time I'd lived through this nightmare, I'd done everything I could to protect the girls I'd grown up with. I'd warned them to stay away from the boy and throw away every gift he gave them. Instead of listening, th

“This ends here. Don’t bring it up again, and don’t go near the Lowe family.” “Okay. I understand.” I pulled my arm free. “I’ll not mention it again, and I’ll stay away. Are you happy now?” She stared at her empty hand as if she had just lost something important. She seemed lost for a moment. She did not know that I, too, had been reborn. In this life, I would not step through that door again. I would not become the Lowe family’s son. And I simply refused to be her husband ever again.

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"

It was then that the sickening crack of bone echoed throughout the surroundings. Dad's tears and snot flowed instantly as he pleaded desperately for release. "L-Let go of me! Cynthia was the one who abandoned her family for another man! She's no concern of ours anymore! We have formally severed all family ties with her!" William let go of Dad's wrist with a look of pure revulsion and kicked Dad aside.

"And let me guess, ‘Aunt Isabella' is the one cozying up to your still-married dad? *She's* your guidance counselor? Kid, you're being played." "A rich brat this clueless… almost makes me feel better about my student loans." "Future CEO? You'd run a lemonade stand into the ground." "Picking your dad's side piece over your own mother… yeah, you've got a bright future ahead." "I'm out. Worst gig of my life." With a violent twist, she untied her apron and threw it on a chair. "You can take your family's dirty cash and shove it. I quit."

They just sound empty. I did not reply to any of her messages. I simply left the “Happy Family” WhatsApp group. In that space, I had always been an outsider. They were the ones in their happy little bubble. The moment I exited the group, an unprecedented sense of relief washed over me. It felt as though I had finally shed a heavy yoke I had been carrying for years. Just as I had anticipated, the moment I completely cut off their financial support, everyone in my family started to panic.

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh

Before Christmas Eve dinner starts, my sister, Lily Cornwell, says she's been learning body painting and wants to practice on my back. "Don't worry. The paint is washable and will fade in a few days," she says. I believe her. When she makes me stand in front of the mirror, I see the words "I'm an idiot" written beneath my shoulder blade. My face falls. I feel angry and embarrassed. Lily laughs so hard she can barely stand. Mom chuckles and walks over to pat me on the shoulder. "Lily just wants to make everyone laugh. The paint will come off in a few days. It's Christmas. Don't be so serious and ruin everyone's mood." Dad cuts a piece of roast turkey and puts it on my plate. He tries to