Tara Westover Family Novels & Stories

assistant"> We drive to Tara's house, which barely qualifies as a house anymore. It's a mansion. Her dad made a fortune in finance before moving fully back into pack life, and it shows. Massive windows. Marble everywhere. The kind of place that looks staged even when nobody's home. Omegas aren't servants anymore—haven't been for years—but Tara still somehow lives like wolf royalty. Her parents are away in Hawaii. Which, according to Tara, means civilization has temporarily collapsed. We order pizza, dump makeup across every available bathroom surface, and start getting ready like we're preparing for war instead of a club.

Tara said. “Okay. I’ll call you when I get home. Bye, everyone.” I waved goodbye and followed my mother to the car. We headed to Tony’s to meet my grandparents. Tony’s was a fancy Italian restaurant here in town. Well fancy for us. After all Little Creek was a very small town of only a few thousand people. As we drove I thought about my life so far. My mother had never remarried after my father died and so I was an only child. There were days that I wished I had a little brother or sister to play with or share secrets with, but that was where Tara had come in and become a sister to me. We really did share and do everything together. I remember when she met Dan I got a little jealous because

Tara had gotten married right after college to her high school sweetheart, Maddie on the other hand, had no interest in marrying anybody on the contrary the passion for charity and helping people was one she inherited from her father and she pursued that to the fullest of her capability. “It was great. So many desolate children, we had to build schools, you know get a whole lot of hands on board, luckily there were a number of organisations that wanted to be a part of this so funding wasn't exactly a problem this time. Turns out people are willing to help a lot better when it comes to educating people than when it comes to saving their lives”, she said all the while stroking Kelcie's hair. “

Tara agrees to it. During her two weeks of vacation in the middle of the academic period, she returned to India, to meet her family. Ryan was also with her. Seema welcomed Ryan into her home happily. She introduced Ryan to Preeti and her Dad. Preeti was overwhelmed to meet Rockstar Ryan as she was also a fan of him but Tara's Dad seems to be annoyed by Ryan. When they got to know about Tara and Ryan's bond from Seema, at first, he didn't like it.

"Tara Kessler? Who’s that?" I began explaining, slowly, for everyone to hear. "Back then, in a small mountain village, a family had two daughters. The younger one, Tara Kessler, was two years younger than her older sister, Mara Kessler. They looked identical. "Their father would beat them whenever he got drunk. To protect her sister, Mara would take the blows. She even had both her legs broken just to shield Tara. But that ungrateful sister abandoned her anyway. She ran off with the money Mara had saved and disappeared without a trace.

"You mean, you were here? You were watching us?" Tara giggled, "Yes silly. I told you, I've always been here. You guys are my family. I love you all. Why wouldn't I be here with you all?" Cara was a little overwhelmed by the information. How sad it seemed to her, to always be around. But not be able to communicate with anyone. To belong, but the people you love the most were forever oblivious to your very existence. Tara smiled knowingly at Cara. And then took her by the hand and walked forward. The girls were no longer upstairs. They were now standing in the kitchen watching their family eat breakfast. They watched and giggled as their brothers finished eating and raced away. Watching herse

Asher and I were best man and maid of honor, and they moved to New York, where Stephanie runs a Pilates studio, had four children, and Trent runs a construction company. My mom and dad moved from the packhouse and bought a beautiful home in the countryside right outside Aberdeen, but frequently go to Italy to spend time with my father’s side of the family. They have visited many times through the years. We usually all spend Christmas in New York at Aunt Marley’s.

MARCUS POV I was in shock. Tara's father was the investor Mr. Eden. Tara never talked a lot about her family. She would only give me brief information about her family. I know that her father and mother live abroad in Italy. They only come to visit her on special occasions and Sometimes it's vice versa. Mr Eden gave me a bright smile showing off his perfectly white teeth. "So this is the famous Marcus Devon I've been hearing so much about please have a sit and make yourself comfortable" he said quietly.

She held her mother and started crying. After they cried for a while, they went into the house. When they saw that there was no one else in the house, Tara asked, “Mom, what happened? Where’s dad? Where’s grandpa and grandma? Where’s my sister?” “Your uncle came and took your grandparents and sister away. Your father locked himself in the room and refused to come out. Tara, go talk to your father. He hasn’t eaten in two days. If this goes on, his body won’t be able to take it.”

so asked seriously as she made Sim coffee and hands a cup to Tara who took it carefully and nodded "Well...yeah for a while now I've been planning to open my law firm and after pulling a few strings with dad's help... I finally got it"Tara said as she blew cold air to cool the hot coffee and sia lowered her gaze to her cup, she knew Tara always wanted to be an independent woman, but now the entire family were together so why leave when she was finally happy "So that means you have to go back?"she asked timidly and Tara nodded, it was hard to stay away from sia, but there was nothing she could do, what they came to Canada for was over, and hence she had to go back to Mexico and start her life