Novel & Cerita The Dramatics I Cried All The Way Home

Estelle had lost a lot of weight. Her cheeks were hollow, and the corners of her eyes were red and inflamed, like she had cried herself raw. I kept my eyes on the documents in front of me and didn't look up. "Go ahead. Tell me what you want. If it's about not divorcing, don't bother. I won't agree. We can settle it in court." She didn't answer. When I finally glanced up, I saw tears running down her face.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed that massive, scarred wolf paw gently into my hand. I cradled his paw, lowered my head, and solemnly pressed a kiss onto the palm of his paw. Sevier’s whole body trembled violently, as if he’d been scalded. He quickly pulled his paw back and tucked it into his chest. His golden eyes glistened with tears, and even the tips of his ears turned bright red. I looked at him and promised, word by word: “Sever, in three days, I’ll come and take you home.”

Ungrateful little witch! I stood in front of Mom, waving my hands desperately. "Mom, no, that's not true! I wasn't sulking, and I didn't refuse to come home. I came back on time. You just can't see me! I'm not ungrateful. I've worked so hard. I got first in my major this semester!" No matter how loudly I screamed or how desperately I waved, they couldn't hear me, and they couldn't see me.

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

“She actually dared impersonate the Vittori family? She’s finished.” Greta knelt there in a daze, listening to every word as she slowly turned her gaze toward one person—Dante. Suddenly, she crawled toward him and grabbed his pant leg desperately. “Dante, please save me! Didn’t you say you liked me? I’ll stay with you, I’ll do whatever you want—” “Who said I liked you?” Dante kicked her hand away, his voice colder than ice. “Don’t forget, you just tried to dump me for money. Women like you make me sick.”