Novel & Cerita Regressor Of The Fallen Family Novel

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be

I was a real estate agent. My mother, Jenna Bennett, approached me privately and asked me to sell her property. "Your dad is having a hard time with his business. I want to help him out." The property had been left to Mom by my grandmother, Renna Patterson, so she'd always have a small refuge of her own, a place where she could feel safe and secure. Now, for my father's sake, Mom was selling that refuge at a bargain price. It didn't take long for a buyer to contact me. The woman asked, "Hi, could you hold the property for me until next week? I'd like my partner to give it to me for my birthday." I caught sight of a photo of her and her "partner" on her phone screen, and froze. It was

Why should I risk everything for someone who abandoned her family? She didn’t abandon us! Chloe cried out. She was taken by your wicked mother! And now she could die because of what you did! Isabella rose to her feet, her voice turning cold. You think you understand everything, little girl? You don’t. This family was built on reputation, power, and respect. Then you came along—Michelle, too—two outsiders who led the Hawthorne family astray.

And how much further I had yet to fall. My empire was crumbling. My family was gone. My freedom was lost. I'd lost everything. And the worst part? I'd done it to myself. By being too ruthless. Too willing to destroy anyone in my way. Too confident that I'd never face consequences. But consequences had come. In the form of evidence. Arrests. Handcuffs. In the form of my son's betrayal. In the form of this cell. I sat in the cold. In the gray. In the fluorescent buzz. Claire Hoss. Fallen. Finished. Destroyed. And it was all my own fault.

When she saw Winnie descending the stairs, the girl didn’t have her usual spark. Beatrice’s lips curled with satisfaction. She was certain Regan had frightened her daughter away from chasing Andy. As soon as Winnie sat across from her, Beatrice sneered, “I hope this teaches you to stay away from Andy and that family entirely. With someone like Regan still alive among them, none of them will ever live a good life. Regan doesn’t care about his mother’s legacy, and he even wished his father dead on his birthday. What kind of evil is he afraid to commit? He’s carried out so many massacres. As long as Regan lives, that family isn’t worth marrying into.”

he said, his voice lower now, almost conversational, “Do you know what happens when powerful families fall?” I didn’t answer. “They don’t fall all at once,” he continued. “They crack… Piece by piece.” His gaze didn’t leave mine. “They'll lose their reputation, influence, and allies… Until…” He paused, letting his word sink. “…there's nothing left to save.” I swallowed hard. “And right now,” he added softly, “your family is already cracking.” The words hit deeper than anything else he had said. I clenched my fists. “You said you would help us.”

Her vision blurred as she read on, ignoring her mother's sob, the words swirling into a nightmarish haze. "The justice system had failed the grieving family, offering only a mere slap on the wrist to the man responsible for their unspeakable loss. Mr. Josh Lykaios had been whisked away, hidden abroad in his father's opulent resort, where he had been granted the luxury of time to lay low and heal the wounds of his corrupt soul in luxury. At the same time, the victim's family grieved, believing he was behind bars. Twenty long years had passed, the sands of time erasing the horrors of that fateful day, and he returned to the country to rule alongside his father without making amends for his sin

Vincenzo walked past his brother and me, heading to the entrance door, his phone in his left hand. “Just give it a few minutes, Vincenzo, you’d be down on the ground, fighting unconsciousness.” I gritted, clutching onto my ridiculously huge ball gown. I just wanted to be out of the uncomfortable dress and in the comfort of my bed, where I belong, not in this blood bath with my new husband, who is a killer, A Made man and a soon-to-be Bratva. Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no business with my papa.

"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."

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face