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What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss. The author wrote what he would do if he were a rich CEO. The book is good for me if I’m very rich enough to run a company, but it’s best for someone managing a company, and it’s very cool. I did some research about the Donovan family. Kelvin has a cousin, Stephen, who’s older. His family believes he would manage the company better than the unserious Kelvin. But Kelvin’s parents never lost hope. They believed Kelvin would change and become a very responsible person.

They had come to beg a high-end family for release or something of sort, I had heard my father say in his conversations. My father was loyal to a fault to this man, barely ever home, and when he was, it was like he never really left that life behind. My mother hated it. Hated the danger, the silence, the way he always chose that man over us. My mother hated it as well, called it dangerous. I never really knew all the details but one thing I was sure of was he was dangerous and he went by the name Richard Mann.

Initially, he thought he was looking at the Greens' portraits, but gradually, he noticed something off. "What's the relationship between your parents and the Greens?" Detective Lloyd pointed at my young father-in-law and my father in an old family portrait. "Why were your parents in the same photo as your father-in-law when he was young?" "My dad and my father-in-law were brothers. After their parents divorced, they each took one parent's last name." "That makes you…" he muttered, his face unreadable. "My father-in-law was a sex addict," I calmly said, as if recalling something routine. "Due to his condition, he'd assaulted several women when he was young and was sentenced to over a decade i

When Ryan saw that I still refused to speak, he pressed his fingers to his temples and sighed. “You should know that if you say nothing, you’ll only end up receiving the death penalty. “But if you had a reason…” He trailed off in a sigh. But there was something I knew for sure. I killed my family, the people who loved me. Any reason I gave would not be able to save me. In our silence, someone knocked on the door. Ryan got up and went out. Before he closed the door, I caught the sound of furious scolding. When I heard the fleeting voice, my lips turned up at the corners.

"The family I left you for... is a man, not a woman and we have an adopted son" Can tonight get any worse.

Was it because they thought I was disgusting? Mom screamed and quickly dodged me. She then stood up and patted her uniform that hadn't even been stained with blood. My hand froze midair. On the other end, Evonne happily urged, "Mom, hurry! Dad said the three of us are going out for Wersole food to celebrate surviving this ordeal!" As I watched the retreating backs of the happy family, I couldn't endure it any longer. My tightly clenched right hand loosened, and with my bloodied, mangled fingers, I pressed the remote button.

"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!" Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him." Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you." Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man." Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Kent stopped and looked back. “Try anything stupid and everything you thought you had will disappear like a speck of dust,” the man gestured, snapping his fingers. Kent quickly rushed outside and came back in a matter of seconds with the manuscript in his hand sweating and breathing heavily. “You see? Did I have to threaten you,” the man patted Kent’s shoulder. “Don’t hurt my family. I’m just an editor,” Kent begged. “I don’t have control over the stories brought to me.” The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala."