The Family Upstairs Kindle Novels & Stories

So, whenever he touched me, he made sure to be very gentle. So far, the only marks he'd left on me were a few fingerprints on my hips. They were from that first night when he "vented", gripping my waist to stop me from sitting down. I handed him a fresh fork. "Here, use this." Dad glanced at me and said, "Perhaps Clayton should stay on the top floor." Our family lived in a three-storey villa. Dad was referring to the few spaces on the top floor, where there were a few small dark rooms. Inside them were only simple wooden plank beds. Most importantly, the doors were made of metal and could be locked from the outside.

It was her idea of a disguise. Her father, Barney Sky, was a thick figure in Hollywood, people were curious about what went on in his and his family’s lives. She included. “I just might consider that…” I muttered and she laughed before plopping on the single sofa in the changing room. “Or you’re loyal to your boy toy?” She teased referring to Micheal. “You play a little too much,” I replied casually and climbed towards the stage. “I’ll be back in ten!” ***** What Brianna didn’t tell me was the sort of crowd we had tonight.

His loud voice slowly faded. Before my vision went black, I saw my loving parents. They were holding my hands, one on each side, and their smiles were sweet. Our family of three would be together forever very soon. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital. Ryan had been dozing off with his arms propped on the edge of my bed. When he saw me moving, he immediately got me a glass of water. “Mia, we found that they have transferred all the properties overseas, and the three of them have obtained their visas. The Schmidt Corporation is nothing but an empty shell.

My father stammered, “Well… The… The basement collapsed, and the records were all destroyed…” “The basement?” The chief was confused. “Isn’t the awakening supposed to be held at the Moonlight Plaza?” My mother scrambled for words to explain, “There were too many people that night. The space was limited, so we… had her wait in the basement instead…” Another arbiter gasped in shock. “Wait, are you saying that you kept her in the basement on the night of her awakening?” “No, no!” My father cut in quickly. “She was being difficult, refusing to cooperate, so we were afraid she’d ruin her sister’s awakening ritual.”

“Yep. Dead right there. Enjoy the Joe.” I hold it up in grateful salute and down another gulp, trudging on toward my apartment. Least this building’s got an elevator. Living in a Penthouse is grand, until something malfunctions and you need to take the stairs that is. Still, this ain’t no broken down slum. This is a real nice place for midtown. The Family seized it from some stock-broker who lost us a pretty penny with a stupid bet. The boss gifted it to me and mine after da bit it. I was shocked he’d be so generous. Apparently Father Sicillio convinced him we needed the helping hand, that we were loyal servants, worthy of the favor.

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

We ran out of the factory. The kids were still in the car. Safe for now. We drove toward the old family house. The roads were empty. When we got there the house looked the same as before. Lights were on. We went inside. The living room was empty at first. Then we heard footsteps. Damien’s father walked out from the hallway. He looked at us and smiled. “You made it,” he said. “I was starting to think you would not come.” He looked calm. “The children are upstairs,” he said. “They are safe. For now.”

“Impossible? Why is that impossible?” The cook looked at him, surprised, “Oh, that's true, you only just started working here.” Then he leaned in closer to his assistant and lowered his voice, “The extended family of the Renfrys are all pretentious bastards. They don't like each other and I highly doubt the madam would let her son spend time with them without her supervision.” The assistant's eyes widened in shock. He never once imagined that familial problems were things the upper class faced. “Wow,” he finally said, “Guess money doesn't solve all problems.” He scoffed lightly.

Sinclair's car and caused his death, while Kevin who had been in the car as well became a cripple. After finding out it was all done by her precious daughter, Mrs. Sinclair went insane and was locked in a psychiatric hospital. Meanwhile, the Chase Family which had deep ties with the Sinclair Family, ended up in a terrible state as well due to Jasper's trust for Clarisse. Jasper's parents died in a plane crash, while he became a homeless castaway with a giant debt on his head. Of course, Clarisse didn't have a good ending either. After she was used up of all her value, the Truman Family's illegitimate son discarded her, using her as a scapegoat and made her shoulder all the blame. In the end,