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His speeches inspired others to come forward with their own stories, creating a ripple effect of empowerment and change. --- The Family’s Bond Despite their busy schedules, the Shah family made time to reconnect with each other. Dinners in the garden became a cherished tradition, where they shared laughter, stories, and dreams for the future. One evening, Neha stood to make a toast. “To resilience,” she said, raising her glass. “We’ve faced more than most families ever will, but we’re still here. Stronger, together.” Her words brought tears to Ayesha’s eyes as she looked around the table.

My throat tightens, but I raise my head to the moon. And when the first note leaves my chest, strong, steady, alive, the pack follows. A thousand voices rise in unity. The sound carries across the forest, through the wind, through the stars. And as I stand there, with my parents beside me and the moon shining down, I finally understand what we were all fighting for. Not power. Not a prophecy. But this. Family. Home. Love. Always love.

she whispered softly, a poignant reminder of a connection that exceeded mere feelings. The painful truth pierced through me, causing my teeth to clench together tightly. “Blood means nothing nowadays,” I said, gritting my teeth. “A bond easily shed, like spilled liquid,” I added with a hint of sarcasm, highlighting the fleeting nature of this connection. “Familial bonds endure even the harshest trials,” her response was measured, her words deliberate as she emphasised the term. “Family? An idea that holds little weight,” I scoffed, my tone dripping with disdain.

Something beautiful. Something ours. A family.

"The guests of honor should say something." Josh grimaced. "Public speaking with a head injury? Cruel and unusual." But Sara was already pulling him to his feet. The gathering quieted, even the children pausing their water play to watch expectantly, dripping on Helena's manicured lawn. Josh looked at the faces turned toward him, Williams, Max and Eva, his adoptive mother Helena, the quadruplets, the household staff who had watched him grow up. Words tangled in his throat. "I'm not great at speeches," he began. "Especially with a scrambled brain. But I..." He paused, unexpected emotion making his voice rough. "Family isn't just blood. It's who stands beside you when everything falls apart."

And in that embrace, with tears of both joy and longing, we found solace—a haven of love in a world that often raced by too quickly. So, there we stood, two souls reunited in a symphony of emotions. The world may have continued to turn, but for that brief moment, time bent to the rhythm of our hearts, reminding us that the bonds of family are unbreakable, and the love between a mother and child is a force that defies all distances and obstacles.

It took three days to lose that hope. By the time the engagement was announced, the family had already turned it into fact. That night, while the celebration was still going on downstairs, I passed the small bar off the library and heard Dante speaking to a few men from the family. At first, I only caught my name. Then I heard the rest. "At first, I thought she was different," he said. "But if she had a hand in what happened that night, then this is just me cleaning up a mess." Someone said it might not have been her. Someone said the whole thing felt wrong.

Definitely not what someone would expect such things to sound like. Silence fell upon them, the two creatures that were present looking at the girl, while she kept humming to herself, convincing her small mind that it was just a bad dream and that her mom would come to wake her up and offer her to sleep in her bed. She didn't think about her dad, they didn't have the same relationship. Richard was always working, barely spending time at home and only coming back when night time came and he didn't have somewhere to go.

Why do I always speak without thinking? "This is fantastic! Chantelle, welcome to the family," Ashton declared, raising his glass. We all followed suit, taking a sip in celebration. "Welcome to the family, Chantelle," Ace added, nodding in her direction. Despite his feelings towards her brother, he still managed to be cordial. Ryder then cleared his throat, signaling the start of his speech. Oh no, here we go. He stood up, glass in hand, and surveyed the room. "What is life without family? I feel privileged to call you all my family. Just so you know, I would take a bullet for each of you... except for you, Dean," he joked. Dean rolled his eyes at the comment.

A note that read 'memories' slipped out and I smiled at that. Then a recorder slipped out. With shaky hands, I pressed play and we all listened attentively. Ginevra cleared her throat and began speaking. "I'm trying so hard not to sound cliché guys but hold on a second, I'm finding the right words." We all chuckled. "I don't know if I'm allowed to say this but you all are my family. My friends, lovers, brothers, and sisters. That's all I see when I look at you guys. You all made my life bearable. The way each and everyone of you stood by my corner and loved me despite my flaws. . . I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for the gift of family. Cliché!" Her voice beamed.