Novel & Cerita Tara Westover Family Home

“Mya, there’s more we need to talk about. You shouldn’t be alone in that apartment anymore. You should come live with us at the Cross family estate. You are a Cross, after all.” The words landed like a thunderclap. The Cross family estate. Her. Living there. The very idea seemed absurd, like a fairy tale spun out of someone else’s imagination. Yet as strange as it sounded, she loved the way it seemed to fit. You are a Cross. The name didn’t feel foreign on her skin. It felt like a garment she had shed long ago, only to discover it waiting for her still, perfectly tailored. Her lips parted. “I… I don’t know. I have an apartment. I can’t just—”

Her voice had a trace of bitterness buried under the cool delivery. Something in my chest twisted so tightly I thought I might choke on it. Two hundred and five people, and she still looked like she’d been eating alone her whole life. The West family, or as they’re mostly called, Old West, has one of the largest family networks I’d ever heard of. Old money, old power, old grudges — a web stretching so far across the globe you could sneeze in the North and someone in the South would know about it before you found a tissue for your nose.

Besides this, he would not listen to anyone. In Tara’s heart, her father was the breadwinner of the family, and now, there was no more source of income. She could not understand. Her family had been doing business for so many years, so how did they go bankrupt suddenly? She had to go back now and find out what was going on. If she did not go back now, she was worried that she would not be able to see her parents. After quickly packing, Tara rushed straight home. Her home was in Goat City, which was not far from River City. She would reach in about half an hour if she took the train. Even if she drove, it would only take two to three hours.

It was such a change from anything she knew. Tara was a city wolf and always had been. When the vehicle finally stopped outside of the packhouse. Their new second packhouse. Tara stepped from the vehicle and breathed in deeply. The smells of pine, grass, and nature hung heavily in the air in a good way. The buildings were in good condition and smoke came from the packhouse chimney.

I asked instead. “Oh, the head housekeeper for the pack house. Tara is a paid employee, she works set hours, and lives at her own home with her mate and children.” He stated, as though to reinforce that the pack didn’t keep slaves, like I could ever believe otherwise after hearing the men speak during the drive here. I simply nodded, now that the moment was upon us, I was so nervous I was worried I would hurl inside the fancy car Anders was currently driving. Letting my eyes rest outside the window I took in everything I could about my new home.

Tara knew her grandmother led a comfortable life, but she never imagined the old woman as well off as she proved to be, especially considering the poor condition of the old estate house that she insisted on living in right up to the moment she left this world. Father and daughter moved into the run down ancestral home the day after Tara graduated from high school and just two months before her eighteenth birthday. They left behind the conveniences of city life, as well as lifelong friends. Of course, it was of little consequence to Ed, but Tara immediately felt the void. Even so, she’d made a solemn vow to carry out her grandmother’s wishes to live in and maintain the ancestral abode and s

Sekora replied swallowing her food. “That’s when we’ll be at the beach, so we’ll just have to be on high alert.” Said her father, who was now getting ready to go. So after leaving Denys, the family went their Cousin Tara’s house to drop their stuff off. She was there in Ohio because she was getting married to Sean, who lived and had a job there. Tara was a short blonde girl, who loves race cars whereas Sean was tall with brown hair and loved to ride motorcycles.