Novel & Cerita Regressor Of The Fallen Family Novel

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

I let everything fall apart around me because nothing else mattered next to losing her, and I told myself that was the whole story that grief alone had been enough to bring five generations of Grey family power crashing down in a matter of weeks. I never once stopped to ask why it had fallen so fast. Why every defense I thought I had in place collapsed in exactly the order it would have collapsed if someone already knew where every weak point was hiding. Because someone had known. My own father had handed over the map. What the hell was actually going on.

It looked as if it had fallen from the small book he had removed from his drawer to carry along with him to his brother's grave. I hope it's not his ex, I thought, angrily going over to pick it up. Removing it from the floor, my eyes widen, shockingly, and my heart races within my chest. My body trembled, and I now felt weak. I couldn't stand still anymore. I fell to the floor hard on my ass, jerking my entire body. I covered my mouth, seeing that the wicked alpha, who had forced me to be his, killed my family, and his pack was his half-brother.

I muttered, pulling away and heading for the bathroom. I stood under the cold spray of the shower, letting the water wash the sweat and the sin away. But as I leaned my head against the tile, I realized the "saint" wasn't coming back. The fire Emma had started was consuming everything I loved, and the worst part was, I didn't want to put it out. I wanted more. I wanted to see how far I could fall before the floor gave way. And I knew, deep in my gut, that Reign wasn't going to let this go. The son was hunting the father, and the prize was the girl who had already ruined us both.

And then another. Each carried the same hollow sorrow, the same quiet tone of regret, as if they were writing to a stranger they once knew rather than to a daughter they had lost. Everyone had accepted what happened. I couldn’t bear to read anymore. I left the library before the tears could fall, my chest aching as though something vital had been torn away. My family had never been wealthy. Everything I had become, I had worked for—built from the ground up with the support they once gave me for my studies. I had dreamed of being known, of being successful, of proving that I was more than the girl from nothing.

His thoughts began to drift, pulling him back into the past, to the moment when he first learned the truth about his family’s downfall. Harrion Bergmont had been a young man, barely out of his teenage years, when he first stumbled upon the letters hidden in the attic of his family’s ancestral home. The letters, old and yellowed with age, told a story of betrayal and loss that had been buried for generations. It was not a surprise to him, growing up, he had heard the stories, from his father, and his grandfather, which came along with hatred, and a promise.

But I had no fall. I had been living a good life and Russo had been taking care of all parts of the family business. Left to me alone, young and alone at the time of my family's death, I could have lost nearly everything to those conniving bastards who wanted my family's riches so much. Russo was the one who took charge easily, he was sort of my guardian and my protector. Russo was the family's pride and I was the family so definitely, he was my pride so how could he be the reason behind my fall?

"It's useless. What you're doing is nothing but futile. Her energy core is already destroyed. Fallen Grace is enough to make even the gods choke in regret. Victoria is truly an extraordinary woman, but her worst mistake was standing against the Driscoll family." Andrew remained expressionless, looking up at Maurice. "Maurice, are you trying to tell me you see yourself as some great overlord of Gabo Creek? You've built the Driscoll family and raised remarkable heirs. And now, you've once again proven your family is unbeatable."

She saw the reasons behind her father's choices, the hidden motives that had shaped his actions, and the devastating consequences that followed. Nestor hadn’t been the hero she had imagined, nor the loving father she had longed for. His death, too, was shrouded in betrayal, lies, and unhealed wounds. The anger that began to rise in her chest was overwhelming, consuming everything else. She had wanted a father to admire, someone to look up to, but now, she was faced with the harsh reality: her father’s legacy was one of manipulation and tragedy. The bitterness of the truth washed over her, leaving her feeling lost, betrayed, and ultimately more alone than ever before.

Jeremy understood what Sasha meant but he didn't know what to say. "What are you saying―" "Roy, belongs to a high class family. The Blanches, I saw it in his credit card today, when he paid." Sasha revealed. "You use Reindeer right? You know Blanche family company has launched that SNS." Jeremy literally stumbled on his steps, bumping onto Sasha heavily. "You mean, he is among those rich heirs we see in TV news?" Sasha helped Jeremy stabilize his footing. "Not sure. Never seen him before. First let's check the family details." Jeremy had a feeling, he is in for a major discovery.