Ruin Has Come To Our Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just grabbed the kids closer, their bodies pressing into my sides as they stared at the ruins of the place they were supposed to call home. Everything I’d pictured about coming back was shattered instantly. This wasn’t just damage. It was destruction. It was a pack hit hard, and hit recently. “What the hell happened here?” ***

I got to where my family house was in less than a few minutes and I was distraught, perplexed, and flabbergasted by the ruins of my house. My knees collapsed on the ground at the unbelievable sight and I began to dig into the ruins, calling out my parents and siblings names in an attempt to see if I could still save them. "Mother," I shrieked out loud, carrying the burnt woods that had fallen. "Father! Mila! Sasha!"

SCARLETT’S POV I stood frozen in our driveway, taking in the devastation before me. Our family home, once proud and beautiful, now looked like a war zone. Windows were shattered, furniture strewn across the lawn, and deep claw marks scarred the walls. "Who could have done this?" Mom's voice trembled as she picked up pieces of a broken family photo frame from the grass. Dad placed a protective arm around her shoulders. "We need to focus on moving somewhere safe first. Questions can wait."

But at the same time, it was a strange sense of closure, knowing where my family had lived and died. As I stood there, I whispered a silent prayer for my family, hoping that they had found peace in the afterlife. And then, with a heavy heart, I turned and walked away from the ruins, knowing that I would never forget the sight or the emotions that came with it. I quickly got back into my car, i took one last look at ruins before driving away. ○♤●♡●♤◇●♡●♤

Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to. “I can do that. In fact when I was on my way I deleted my new blog. If this is going to hurt the people I love, I think it isn’t worth it. I’d rather have my old ordinary life back. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me ever again. Your son can live his life however he likes and I will remain unbothered.” Mrs. Rylland smiled. “I’m glad to see that we are on the same page.”

Like her father, like her entire family, Renee sighed bitterly. Renee's family used to be a wealthy family, her father was a successful businessman in the conversion of oil palm, their gardens are many hectares outside the island and they are very rich. For Renee, their family is a happy family, even though her mother is a weak woman who is sickly, but apart from that she is the perfect mother.

I covered Olivia with my body as debris rained down around us. When the noise faded, I lifted my head. The mansion was gone—reduced to smoldering rubble. Olivia coughed beside me. "Is it over?" she whispered. I stared at the flames, the destruction. "I think so," I said, though I wasn’t sure. The Russo family had been wiped out. But the cost was etched into our souls. Blood ran deep. And some ghosts never stayed buried.

Disoriented by everything happening, I perched over the gallery railing in the double-height living room that led to an open balcony, glaring at the message that would not stop bringing back memories. I had healed from this… I really thought I had, but thanks to him, I get to grieve over the pain that I had tucked somewhere in the deepest part of my broken heart. Tears formed on my lid and I raised my gaze to blink them back, but in that moment, something caught my attention and I realized I wasn't alone. Lucan Cyrus stood in the lower standard living room, glaring at his phone while his hand moved up and down like he was stroking something

Chapter 72. Aaron’s Pov. I grabbed my throbbing head, descending the stairs in pain. My legs staggered back and forth with every step I took, and I just managed to descend the stairs, storming into the kitchen. After losing a major deal that would have elevated my stance as the upcoming successor of the family business, I had drunk up and above my fill. Thanks to that fucking new company with an anonymous CEO I have lost a deal that would have elevated me. But not to worry, I could always clear an obstacle like I did the last time, two years ago.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. That only fueled my curiosity. “Mom, what do you mean Dad destroyed your life?” I pressed, staring hard at her, trying to pull the truth out of her one word at a time. But she took a step back and shook her head. Like whatever she was hiding was too heavy to say out loud. “If you want his picture, it’s still in that... house,” she said coldly. “You can retrieve it from there.” Then she turned toward the door. I wasn’t about to let her walk away that easily.