Romans & histoires Taboo Family

She stepped closer, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “That’s… well, that’s because there’s actually a secret about his cousin’s identity.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression shifting into something uneasy. “It’s more of a taboo in their family, so it’s not something people talk about openly. It's like an open secret.” My brows shot up. “Taboo? What does that even mean?” Ruby wet her lips, her eyes darting briefly toward Marcus, who had subtly drifted closer, no doubt sensing my tension then back to me.

And most importantly, these spectators aren’t ordinary people. “I can show you how much crazier I can get,” Aubrey said through gritted teeth. “Aubrey, that’s enough…” Mrs. Morris said tapping Aubrey’s hand gently. “No! Mrs. Morris we can’t just let her go! She acted disrespectful towards you, she even hit me!” Fiona exclaimed. “Which family are you from? I don’t think you belong to the top ten families.” Mrs. Morris said annoyed. “T-That… I came as Mr. Roberts’ partner…” Fiona answered in a low voice. The Robert family ranked seventh in the richest families in the country.

There was a ring of gray (originally white but got too dirty) fur around her hat, making her face look even smaller. "Hmph. I'd like to see what kind of woman Larissa really is." Tabitha came from a family living in seclusion overseas. She overheard her family talking about arranging an engagement for her. They claimed that the fiancé was seduced by a vixen named Larissa. Tabitha was furious when she heard about it. Her family was a reserved one that did not intermarry with outsiders. In a family where arranged marriages were the norm, Tabitha saw nothing wrong with the prospect.

However, there is a crowd here, not packed but spread out everywhere, in every corner of Tabby's house. Did Tabby have so many relatives and friends? Well, Daniel's family is well-known in Manhattan, and I suppose in Brisbane too. Tabby must have been a beloved woman, no doubt. "Is this a funeral or a damn party?" Nel exclaims as we enter the main hall. "When my grandmother passed away, I remember they even held a religious ceremony, but this," she points around, "is disrespectful for a deceased person. Celebrating someone's death, what an atrocity. Poor woman, she'd roll over in her grave if she saw all this," she continues, without pausing.

Azzura said as she looked at her mother suspiciously. Mrs Gaia stopped walking briefly “listen carefully Azzura i don't want to speak about it anymore so please forget it” Mrs Gaia said. “Their names are not to be mentioned, it is a taboo in the world we are in” she said again. “A taboo?” Azzura repeated in surprise. “But you have called the name no less than 5 times today and yet nothing seem to have happen except you being paranoid or should I say anxious for no reason” Azzura said as she fixed her gaze on her mother.

“They tried to erase the pattern.” Eva looked up sharply. “What pattern?” Adrian’s eyes flicked to Alexander, then back to Eva. “The Cross family has been targeted before.” Eva’s chest tightened. “Mya.” Alexander’s gaze darkened. “We handled Mya’s scandal. We thought it was Damon and Sloane alone.” “It wasn’t,” Adrian said. “It was them, yes—but also the network that made them. The people behind the people. The ones who could fabricate evidence, seed tabloids, launder payments, and make a woman’s life collapse with a few well-placed lies.”

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

“You might feel that way, Caelia, but we are family, and it shouldn’t have happened.” “But it happened,” she said, her voice louder this time. “That is the fact; we both can’t deny it.” “Okay then, let me put it this way,” I sighed, changing the position that I was now holding her hands. “Caelia, I am your father’s brother, your uncle. Have you ever seen or heard where an uncle and his niece are in a romantic relationship?” I asked, shaking my head in response to my question. “No, that is wrong; in fact, it is a taboo. Therefore, it is best if we both forget all that happened last night. I agree that it has happened, and we can’t change the past, but we can fix the future. Let’s forget it an

My stepmother was busy bragging about the chef’s chocolate soufflé. My mom was fussing over the table arrangements for the upcoming engagement party. Blake’s dad was going on about property values in France like we weren’t sitting here committing incestual sin beneath his roof. I needed air. I needed space. I needed to get out of there before I climbed on top of my stepbrother’s lap and rode his cock in front of the entire family. So I stood up. I didn’t say a word. Didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

I rapidly gained weight due to the medication I took, going up until I was 220 pounds. Dad shunned me for embarrassing him and left me to fend for myself. Victoria appeared in my life out of the blue and pulled me out of that nightmare. She was the successor of the Sterling family and was famous for being an unreachable beauty. However, she was willing to move to the old residential area for my sake, becoming my neighbor. She would also shield me behind her whenever anyone made fun of my figure. She accompanied me to the psychologist. When she found out that my illness was partially caused by lack of love, she opened her arms without hesitation, saying, "Be with me, Vincent. I'll love you."