Sudden Fury: A Family Torn Apart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tessa you will not survive it, I am giving you the easy way out and that's because I don't want you to die like your brother.” Fury ignites in me instantly. “How dare you?!!” He raises his hands, dragging his feet backwards, an annoying smirk filling up his expression. “Alright.. alright. I did not mean to trigger you. The poor lad was your brother after all.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “War is it then. I will gladly deliver your body to that ex husband of yours.”

The provocative headline read, "Mountaineering Champion Dies of Cancer After Giving Rescue Spot to Sister Who Faked Medical Emergency. Sister Now Living with Her Brother-in-Law Using Blood Money Inheritance." The post instantly went viral, and public fury erupted like a tsunami. Our family's phone rang nonstop. Reporters and angry neighbors crowded outside. People hurled rocks through the windows and splashed red paint across the walls, scrawling "Murderer" and "Heartless Monster" in dripping red letters. The dignified life they had built crumbled to pieces overnight. I hovered outside the window, watching the three people inside. No longer united, they had begun turning on one another, whil

“You’d hate for your little family reunion to be… disrupted.” “You touch my children…” I began, shaking. He cut me off. “I already have.” The line went dead. I stared at the phone, my reflection warped on the cracked screen from where my grip tightened too hard. A strangled sound tore from my throat. I hurled the phone across the room. It smashed against the door with a sharp, final crack before clattering to the floor in pieces. I screamed…raw, furious, unrestrained…until my voice burned. This was no longer a waiting game.

Fury surged through my veins, a primal rage that threatened to consume me entirely. Without hesitation, I made my way to the meeting with Beta King Tyler's family without much expectations of what they had to say. Anger burned within me, fueling my every step even when I tried to control myself. The storm brewing inside mirrored the tempest raging outside as if the elements themselves sensed the turmoil within my soul. The wind howled and the rain poured down relentlessly, amplifying the intensity of the situation.

I choked out, as the hospital emerged from the darkness, my tears long since dried to salt. Relief coursed through my veins, but it was quickly overshadowed by another emotion that surged within me, growing fiercer with every step. Rage. A primal, consuming fury that vowed to annihilate Teddy’s entire pack, and any other who dared threaten my family. We had played nice, but now they would understand the brutal cost of their actions. They would learn what it meant to provoke the wrath of a father who had everything to lose.

He is a well-sheltered wolf. 'Why he sided to this rogues?' "Now…She was just ruining our mood here. It's time for her to see her beloved parent's show. Rogue, hold her tightly and let her watch how his parent's died." A were-rogue harshly grabs her, but she immediately clawed the rogue's chest resulting in his early death. 'None will mess up with my family or else death will be your sweet abomination.' TO BE CONTINUED…

Just hit the surface with a dull, hollow thud before clattering to the floor. He didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to know who else had something to say. Because nothing anyone could say would make it worse than what had already been said by his own family. “We do not recognize this man as our family.” He repeated it in his mind, over and over, like a mantra. Until something inside him cracked. He stood abruptly. Pushed the chair back so hard it screeched across the floor. His boots echoed as he moved across the room, his entire body vibrating with fury he had nowhere to aim.

My strides were deliberate, fueled by something hotter than reason. No one stopped me. Perhaps no one dared. Behind me, I heard the familiar rhythm of footsteps—my family’s, always close, always watching. They followed me through the gilded halls until we found a quiet corridor, away from eyes and ears. That was when the fury split me open. My fist connected with the wall before I thought about it. Plaster cracked beneath my knuckles, pain sparking sharp through bone. It grounded nothing. The storm only burned hotter. I turned on them, my chest heaving. “You knew.” My voice was low, raw, a growl sharpened by disbelief.

Fury twisted her perfect features as she stepped forward, her hand snapping out to grab Reid again. I moved faster. My arm shot out, blocking her path, my fingers gripping her wrist in midair. The collision made a sharp smack echo against the concrete. “Don’t try,” I said, my voice like steel. Zarina’s eyes blazed, her lips curling. “Get your hands off me.” She yanked, but I didn’t let go. “He doesn’t want to go with you,” I said coldly, my voice low but firm. Her voice rose, “He’s my son! Not yours. Do you hear me? You have no right to him, no right to this family, no right to come back and act like you belong here!”

“Mommy, is the bad lady still angry?” Cecilia smiled gently and kissed her forehead. “Maybe. But we’re stronger than her anger. We have each other. And no bad lady or bad man can take that away.” Grandpa June nodded, pride shining in his eyes. “That’s right, little one. This family has survived worse. We’ll survive this too.” Meanwhile, in the Blackwood mansion, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful. Isabel stormed into the private wing, her heels clicking sharply against the marble. Her neck was still bruised from Adrian’s grip, but the pain only fueled her fury. She had received the confirmation from Reaper just minutes ago the next plan was in motion. This time, it would not fail.