Ruin Has Come To Our Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

I curled onto my side, ignoring the sharp protest from my stitches, one arm wrapped around my middle like I could hold myself together. The sobs came harder now, shaking my whole body, muffled into the pillow that still faintly smelled like him. Pathetic. I was so fucking pathetic. The heir to the Serrano empire, reduced to a blubbering mess over a guy who is apparently my half-brother. I wonder whether Roman knew Aiden was his son when he sent for him to be kidnapped. Would he kill his own blood? I felt hollowed out, like someone had scooped out my insides and left nothing in me. I feel... empty.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

I said, "But don't worry, I'm not the one who will beat you. These instruments are prepared for the two of you. Don't you both consider each other your true love? If you want to survive, kill the other person or expose them. The more you reveal, the happier I'll be. And if I'm happy enough, maybe I'll let both of you go." Roland's eyes widened. Before he could speak, I already knew what he was going to say. I cut him off, "The King himself said these are our family matters. Isn't it perfectly normal for someone to die in family matters?"

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

“I take secrets to the grave.” I let out a sigh, leaning against the chair. “ just… family expectations.” I thought back to Finn and the engagement and Caden. Caden. I hadn’t seen him since that day at his office. If he saw me here right with Jace, he’d lose it. My chest constricted at the thought. “Family huh?” His gaze dropped to the floor, jaw tightening. “I guess it’s similar everywhere. My own family is not exactly….simple.” The way he said it sounded like someone who was not entirely into the family thing.

“Auntie raised me. I used to wait by the window every evening, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never did. I still don’t know what happened to him. We tried to contact the police about the case, but they found nothing." I couldn’t speak. My throat felt tight. My chest was heavy with the weight of the truth. I couldn't tell her that man was no hero who abandoned her. He was the traitor my clan had branded years ago, the one who had supposedly sold us out to a rival family, the one I had personally ordered killed to protect everything I had built.

Liam gathered wood for a fire, his movements mechanical, his eyes empty. When the fire was lit and Althea's leg bound, they sat in a circle around the flames, watching daylight filter through the trees. "What happens now?" Elara asked. Kaelan looked at each of them his brother, his lover, his wife. The strangest family in the empire, bound by blood and choice and the wreckage of everything they'd known. "We survive," he said. "Today. Tomorrow. One day at a time. We heal what can be healed. We build what can be built." He met Liam's eyes. "And we try to forgive each other. And ourselves."

"What kind of awful place is this? I need to go to the toilet! I want to go home! I'm not staying in this godforsaken place—there isn't even a toilet!" It was then that Talia Dunn, my aunt and Vincent's mother, suddenly thought of something and picked up the Divine Goblet from the tribes' offerings. "You should just use this and make do for now. We'll leave tomorrow morning!" Vincent unexpectedly lamented with a tear-stained face, "That won't be possible, Mom! We can't leave now that we've arrived! Rova and the others won't let us go, Mom!" Uncle George sneered and remarked grimly, "Have you forgotten that we brought the rest of the family with us? They're the ones who agreed to come along,

"Of losing everything. Of losing you. Of losing Noah. Of losing our future. Of losing all of it. Of waking up one day and finding it all gone. Of waking up and being alone again. Of waking up and having nothing. Of waking up and being nothing." "You won't. You won't lose any of it. Not ever. Not now. Not ever. Not for anything." "How do you know? How can you be so sure? How can you be so certain? How can you be so calm? How can you be so strong?" "Because I'm not going anywhere. And neither is Noah. And neither are you. We're a family. And families don't break. Families survive. Families fight. Families win. Families love. Families endure."

That sentence feels like spit in my face. “Thank you, Monica. If anything comes up, I’ll definitely contact you, okay?” I conclude. “Alright, don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Let me know if you need anything. Love you, babe!” I end the call without returning her declaration of love. The urge to throw up comes back again. Monica and Paul are truly working together to drive me insane. They want me to feel “mentally unstable.” If something happens to me later, people will assume it is an accident or a suicide caused by depression.