Sudden Fury: A Family Torn Apart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His hand clenched around the phone, controlling his fury to erupt. I hope he will understand. I hope he will let me go. I hope… he will not be mad at me. “You still love him.” He said with a hint of pain in his tone. Do I love him? “I said I don't–” “LIAR!” I flinched when he slammed the phone on the floor as his rage erupted like a boiling point of lava. My eyes widened as his phone was destroyed and scattered on my feet. He suddenly dashed out of his office. Fury was lingering around him. My heart throbbed in fear, afraid that he might do something without thinking, and might regret it.

You were a great father when you stole your son's girlfriend and abandoned your family for that gold-digging slut. "Hebe, things aren't like that..." I didn't even let him finish. "Save your Latin, Reinaldo! You no longer have any power over me! I only allowed you in here today to give you a warning, and pay close attention. Don't come near me or my family ever again. Don't approach my children on the street, don't try to talk to them, don't even look at them. If you approach them, Reinaldo, I'll kill you. Did you hear that? I'LL KILL YOU!" Fury took over me, and I was completely upset.

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

"I've loved you, but you ruined everything. You made a fool out of me. You took everything away from me, and now you're doing it again. You're ruining me again!" Fury is visible in his eyes as he walked towards me. His balled fists are trembling. He's even clenching his jaws. "Your father ruined my mom's life!" "It wasn't my fault!" "Still. Everytime I look at you, my anger resurfaces. I remember how your father broke my mother's heart. I remember how he used her like a whore!"

Remy put his hand on mine before he looked at our surroundings though I was not sure what he could do if any danger arises. "Your mother left me, she did the unthinkable and divorced me. No one in my family had ever been divorced!" the man shouted from the other line and I moved the phone away from my ear because of his high pitch of anger. His rage was surely mixed with madness and bad intentions mixed together. The anger rolled inside me, my heart was beating faster, so hard that I thought it might break out of my ribcage. My hands shook with anger the second I ended the call.

Fury twisted his features. “No she's mine! You always take what’s mine and I won't let you have Aria!” Ryan yelled. And then everything erupted at once—shouting, fists flying, furniture crashing. Years of anger, jealousy, and betrayal poured out in violent bursts. I stood frozen, my pulse hammering in my ears. “Stop it!” I cried, my voice breaking. “Stop!” They didn’t hear me. “STOP!” I screamed, stepping forward and slapping Ryan hard across the face. The sharp sound silenced everything.

They had orchestrated the brutal demise of my parents and brother; they had taken from me the only people that made my world go round in roses. Fury ignited within my chest, a raw fire that threatened to consume me. How dare they play the angels in my life? How could they so callously strip away my family? I vowed revenge, my blood boiling with a thirst only vengeance could quench. But even in my rage, I knew I must bide my time, strategizing a plan to bring about their downfall. “Hey, are you okay?,” Tommy asked me, his eyes fixed firmly on me. He had noticed that I had stopped working.

“Cassian... Dorian... Kane... My children are yours.” The fury in Hunter's eyes only escalated, transforming his expression into something wild and dangerous. He approached, his presence dominating the surrounding space. A tremor of fear ran down my spine as I faced the storm unfolding before me. The first crash came when Hunter, with a single powerful motion, tossed the sofa aside, exposing the fierceness of his anger. The room became an improvised battlefield, with furniture hurled like projectiles and the atmosphere pulsating with volatile energy. “How could you hide this from me?” Hunter roared, his voice echoing like thunder. The coffee table flew through the air in a heated arc, reveal

Righteous fury coursed through my veins, directed at myself for not seizing that precious night or treating it as if it were our last together. I was consumed by a deep, seething anger about our decision not to stay home. The weight of that choice pressed heavily on my chest. I directed my fury at Nigel, whose brave choice to go to war ultimately led to his untimely death. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. My frustration intensified towards Logan, who had assigned Nigel the dangerous task of protecting Isis, thrusting him into harm’s way.

The path forward was uncertain, the wounds deep and the pain palpable. Inside the room, grief and anger merged into a tangled web of emotions. As Alpha Troy attempted to provide comfort and unity, the family's anguish persisted, a stark reminder that even the strongest bonds could be shattered in the face of tragedy. And as they navigated the storm of their emotions, the pack remained on the brink of an uncertain future, forever changed by the events that had unfolded.