Sudden Fury: A Family Torn Apart Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to marry the man who had destroyed my family, who had my mother’s life in his hands, and still… somehow make it look real. I thought about her—my mother, fragile and pale in the ICU bed, the steady beeping of the monitor a cruel reminder of what was at stake. My mother’s life hung on my compliance. And suddenly, the luxury of pride, the comfort of anger—they were worthless. I hated Adrian Vale with everything in me. And yet… a dangerous flutter of something unnameable stirred in my chest. I barely had time to process it when there was another knock—this time sharper, more confident.

The Vane family's collapse continued. Ever since Dante's meltdown that night, the Vane Enterprises stock had plummeted twice in three days. The Rossi family pulling their investments was the first domino, triggering a chain reaction. Banks started calling in loans, and partners were cutting ties. The Vane couple seemed to have aged ten years overnight. They tried reaching out to Elara, but it was like shouting into the void. And the most panicked person in the mansion was Serena. Her parents and brother had suddenly turned on her, leaving her no choice but to run to Dante.

she insisted, her tone strained with uncertainty. Anita's frustration boiled over as she recounted her recent encounter with her son. "He almost broke my hand, Mother!" she complained, her voice laced with pain. "He's out of control." Juliana attempted to defend her son's actions, her voice faltering slightly. "He was angry, Anita. He didn't mean to hurt you," she offered weakly, her own unease apparent. Anita shook her head, cutting Juliana off mid-sentence. "His uncontrollable anger is tearing our family apart," she declared, her frustration palpable.

Peter stammered, words laden with regret, but I was merely a spectator now, caught in the storm of this family feud unraveling before me. Then she turned to me, rage flickering in her once-soft eyes—a darkness consuming their warmth like a dying ember. “You ruin everything! You ruined my life, you motherfucker!” Her scream pierced the night, raw and visceral as she lunged at me, hand outstretched, ready to strike.

“I only told you not to return to the Lowe family. I never said we should break up! We can go back to how we were before! I’ll treat you even better than before!” I looked at her, and I felt exhausted. She believed that by stripping away my identity as the actual Lowe family’s son, we could somehow return to our peaceful beginning, and our love could continue as it used to be. But she did not understand that the tragedy had never started with my return to the Lowe family. “Cathy…” I pushed her away and stood up to put some distance between us. “I’m tired. I want to go back.” Without sparing her a second glance, I turned and headed for the door.

*ROGUE* I was happy to be surrounded by my family again and this time around everyone in the pack embraced me with open arms. I didn't hear any rumors about my mother and I anymore. I saw Tate at a distance and rushed to hug him but he pushed me away and I couldn't help but wonder what I did wrong. He looked really mad at me. "Tate what's wrong?" He stared at me in disbelief. "My brother and sister are locked up because of your father and I hope you're happy because I have no one else left."

Hart — hollow eyes, the reek of alcohol clinging to him, looming like something that had crawled out of his own rage. “What do you want?” I sneered, backing away as my pulse hit the roof. “Payback,” he snarled. “Because of you my wife left me. She took everything, even the children. It’s all your fault!” Fury tore his words free. My shoulders trembled despite myself. “Is that why you’re pissed? You deserve it. Be grateful I didn’t kill you,” I spat. "Seeing you now just made everything even worth it." He lunged, cutting off my retreat and pressing me into the wall. His hand closed around my throat and the air left me in a thin, sharp gasp.

It was rage. Cold. Ancient. Bottomless. Someone had murdered my child. Ares' power exploded through the room. Windows shattered. The walls cracked. The air seemed to shake. The healer stumbled backward in fear. Neither of us noticed. My hands tightened around my son. My whole body was trembling. Not from sadness anymore. From fury. Someone. Someone touched my babies. Someone got close enough. Someone reached inside my fortress. Inside my home. Inside my family. Took one of my children.

His eyes narrowed, and in an instant, his presence was like lightning—swift, sharp, and full of fury. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT, PAPA!!!” his voice thundered, as if the entire Mansion would explode. “If you had helped me… THEY WOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN MY WIFE!!!” His fists were tightly clenched, nails nearly digging into his skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly from overwhelming resentment.

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"