Regressor Of The Fallen Family Novel Novels & Stories

“What will it be, Jean?” Still holding my mother in my arms I shuffle backward to get away from him. Serafino Regis, the head of the Regis family did this to us? The Regis family whom we’ve been tied to since I can remember. My sister and I used to run around with the Regis kids when we were little. What the hell happened between him and my father? Why would they betray us?

He looked at me, a plea almost in his eyes. “I understand,” I murmured, nodding, and meeting his eyes. I did understand, and for him to get cast out for such a reason, well. Then there was the small matter of the murder of Abel. “Your brother?” I reminded him. “Yeah, he was always one upping me. God likes me better, mom and dad like me better, I am better, all this vapidness was on repeat day after day. It was hard to take when I thought I was doing what was best for my family to provide, I told our parents as much and while they did not disagree, they also said to give the best to God. So, I did, just not always.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling. “I guess in the end that

"Sera, please, let me explain properly before you decide what this means." "Then explain." He drew a slow breath, and for a moment, standing there in the quiet corridor, he looked younger somehow, burdened by something old and heavy. "My family was already struggling, that final year before everything collapsed entirely. Debts, alliances quietly withdrawing, the kind of slow ruin that everyone could see coming except, apparently, my own father. Wren's family offered support. Considerable support, actually, enough that it might have genuinely saved us, if accepted."

Nessa Mateo never wanted a family. She wanted survival, and Roman Robert gave her that, funding a life she couldn't build alone. But when she falls for a man who feels like an escape from all of it, she doesn't yet know his name is Robert too. By the time she realizes Victor is Roman's son, it's too late to walk away. She marries into the family that already owns a piece of her. She carries a child that isn't her husband's. She keeps her father in law in her bed and her secrets in the dark, until a body falls down a staircase, a recording surfaces, and the truth about who killed her father comes to light. But as rivals circle the family fortune, a sister starts asking questions no one

However, Arnold's family, the Hufftons, declined for certain reasons, allowing Rex to rise. Rex's resentment toward Arnold was so strong that he wished to see Arnold suffer immensely. But despite the decline of the Hufftons, Arnold's strength remained formidable. He was talented, far more so than Rex. This made the Wells family resentful of the Hufftons. Previously, both families were evenly matched in strength. When Rex proved to not be as good as Arnold, the Wells could still find excuses to dismiss Rex’s inadequacy. But now, with the Hufftons’ decline, Rex was still not as competent as Arnold. This naturally infuriated the Wells.

But the truth is that their lives are as fucked as hell. They are a bunch of crazy folks, every fucking one of them has a deep secret that is sept under the carpet. The fact that their golden son, the heir of the family’s empire left a few years ago, didn’t help the family at all. It broke them, and it drove them apart, making it very easy for me to sneak my way into the family and begin my invasion. Let’s start with Riley… The fool is necrophilia!

The shattered pieces of his perception lay scattered, and Falcone struggled to reconcile the image he had of his grandfather with the painful reality presented by John. In the aftermath, Falcone faced a profound existential crisis, questioning not only his family's legacy but also his own place in the world. The truth, though painful, became a catalyst for Falcone's internal transformation, as he grappled with the complexities of forgiveness, redemption, and the arduous journey to rebuild what was left of his fractured understanding of family and legacy.

It provided scholarships to underprivileged students, ensuring my name lived on through helping others. Meanwhile, my family members fell into irredeemable ruin. Dad suffered a stroke that left him paralyzed on one side, leaving him unable to care for himself. Mom's hair turned white overnight. She had to care for Dad while enduring the neighbors' whispers and condemnation. They sold the family home and moved to a run-down apartment complex. Once respected members of the community, they became pitiful outcasts struggling to survive. Leon lost his job as well. No company would hire a man suspected of murdering his wife. Since he couldn't find a steady job, he had to rely on odd jobs to make e

“The Rizzuto family has only one heir. That is not the mark of a great house.” “I am doing this for the family.” “Enough!” He shoved me away. I lost my balance and fell. My hand landed on the shattered remains of a vase— blood spilled instantly. For a moment, he froze completely. “Isabella—” He bent down to help me up. I avoided his touch. Instead, I rose with the aid of a maid. That single movement— destroyed the last trace of reason in his eyes. “So you despise my touch that much now?” I looked at him. And said nothing.

I began, "my father made a terrible mistake. He abandoned a woman named Margot Vane and the child she was carrying. That child grew up in poverty, watching his mother die alone, consumed by a rage he could not escape. That child became a man. That man became the Architect. And for thirty years, he waged a war against my family. He funded David Miller. He orchestrated boardroom coups. He murdered a journalist named Daniel Cross. He ordered the death of David Miller in prison. He tried to destroy everything my father built and everyone I love." I paused. The cameras clicked. "But he failed. He failed because he underestimated the people he tried to destroy. He failed because my father spent th