Novel & Cerita The Family Remains

"What happened this morning ends there. Nico does not leave the elite track because you say so. And whatever you said at the office, I'm treating it as anger." "It wasn't anger." He laughed once. "You're not leaving, Serena." He said it like he already knew. Like four years of waiting had proven it. "You won't walk away," he said. "And you won't cut Nico off from this family." I sealed the last envelope and set it aside. "You can test that." He studied my face, then went upstairs. Claire came the next afternoon. I was in the living room setting up a small birthday dinner for Nico. He had barely spoken since the fire, and I did not want a crowd. Just cake, a few children, and one quiet evenin

“Dear, look! I’ve turned my back on this disgusting family that treated you like dirt! Please, let me in now. “I’m still legally your husband! You can’t just stand there and watch me die!” His words sounded earnest, but all I felt was disgust. By then, Elio was on the verge of collapse. Athena and my mother no longer had the energy to argue with James. “Fine! We were wrong! We’ll beg you on our knees, alright? Is that enough for you?” Watching the people who had tortured me, humiliated me, and caused my death in the past kneel before me did not bring the satisfaction I had imagined it would. Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family.

Alex’s POV The last of the family members had finally retired to bed, their muted goodbyes fading into the hall as the heavy doors clicked shut behind them. Mrs Gunner had been the last to leave. Before leaving, she gave a small smile towards Father, "Welcome home." Father nodded. Emma, Beth, and their families had left. The Alcatraz brothers were nowhere in sight. As everyone else left, Father asked that we, his family, remain for a short chat.

Sisters. Family.

As a family. Official-official forever.

"Dad, times are changing. We can't keep running the family like we did thirty years ago. The feds are watching closer than ever, and the other families are tearing each other apart from the inside. The only way this family survives is by becoming something the law can't bury." I pushed another file toward him. "How many old names have we watched disappear because they thought fear would protect them forever?" He finally spoke, his voice rough. "Even if we leave, what happens to our people? The ones who bled for us for decades?" "Uncle Antonio has stood at your right hand for twenty years. He's loyal, careful, and respected enough to hold the family together." I slid a list of names across th

Somewhere beyond the reinforced cellar walls, the screaming continued, distant now muffled by steel and concrete and careful planning. Inside for just a few minutes longer, her family stayed wrapped together in the one truth she'd finally managed to offer them, even if it was only half the story, even if the full weight of everything she actually knew remained locked away for a version of tomorrow. She hoped desperately they'd all survive long enough to reach.

"I know you've been thinking about Ian’s custody and inheritance. Ian carries the Web name, no matter what, Remi. You can't escape some things with the Web family.” Remi didn't say anything for a while. "I'm on my way," she said after taking a long breath. She hadn't come back to Web Manor in months because she had fully cut connections with the Web family. It felt awkward to come back now. The plants and trees along the road even looked strange. She hated the family supper more than anything else. The hard-to-deal-with Simon and his wife were going to be there, as well as the sycophantic and pompous distant relatives of the Web family, who constantly want to suck up and look down on other p

Being family. Always. Forever. No matter what. That was enough. That would always be enough. We were family. Nothing changed that. Nothing ever would.

“Let’s go inside. Pack what you need. We leave soon. We start over. As family.” Maria nodded. Her voice was quiet. “As family.” Richard looked at her, then at me. His eyes were still red, but his jaw was set now. “As family,” he repeated.