Novel & Cerita The Family Upstairs Kindle

Chapter 21: The Confrontation The air was thick with anticipation, like the calm before a storm. The family had been avoiding each other for weeks, each one lost in their own struggles, hiding truths they could no longer hold. But tonight, Mother had called a meeting—one she knew they couldn’t ignore. Gathering in the Living Room The family trickled into the living room, a mix of hesitation and resentment hanging in the air. Gail arrived first, notebook clutched tightly against her chest. She could feel the tension radiating off her siblings.

My gaze goes to his legs and ascends, but I shake my head when he gives me a quick look while driving up the path to the entrance of my parents' house. “That’s right,” he replies in a serene tone. “The truth is, it’s nothing special,” he shrugs. “The family villa is bigger.” He’s right, they annexed land over the years, and they’ve made a beautiful home, but they still have a crap family.

Brotherly love. "Isn't this nice, a family dinner?" I rolled my eyes at my mum's gullibility. "So Javi, how's Loren?" Damn! That woman is driving me crazy, everything about her is just amazing. "She's fine mum." "I glad you were able to move on from the death of Lousia." She smiles sadly at my brother. If only she knows. She is among those we lied to, she thinks that Louisa committed suicide, after all her baby boy can't commit a crime.

In short, I was completely supported by my maternal grandparents and after Grandma left us three years ago, now it was only Grandpa as my closest family. We crossed the first floor when I froze. Grandpa also stopped and frowned. “Who is upstairs?” He mumbled in confusion. My heart was now racing a marathon in my lungs in fear. We sensed a strong aura upstairs but all the people living in the building were regular wolves or from lower rank, like delta or gamma like us. Did he come back to punish me? I gulped hard and thought about how to run away without making my grandpa worry for me, but before I could even think a word, I heard footsteps.

A month later, armed with my genuine near-perfect scores, I got my acceptance letter to Harvard. As the only legal heir, I took over the board of our family empire. "Throw them all out." Sitting in my grandfather's CEO chair, I gave my first order to the head of security. Chloe was dragged out of the penthouse by security, screaming and cursing my name. Mason cried like a baby, kneeling and begging me for a chance. Cousin Brianna stayed arrogant, claiming I was destroying the family. I didn't give any of them a second glance.

Adrian, last, closed the door with a quiet click that felt like a lock sliding into place. Inside the ballroom, the ceiling arched in a sweep of starlight. A string quartet sang through the opening hour, and the air smelled faintly of peonies and money. Waiters drifted with trays that glittered. The Cross family might as well have arrived with their own weather; the temperature shifted around them, conversations pivoting, faces lifting. Mya kept her chin high, matching the brothers’ pace. For a full five minutes, it worked. Hellos, congratulations, the soft press of hands, a few sincere donors who’d known their father and meant what they said: Welcome home.

Chapter 47 They led her upstairs, through hallways she remembered from childhood but that felt foreign now, changed by years of absence and everything that had happened since. The family floor was exactly as she remembered—expensive, elegant, designed to impress rather than comfort. They stopped at a door near the end of the hall, and Eleanor opened it with a flourish that suggested she expected gratitude or at least appreciation.

The Hale Family Living Room The living room is cozy, filled with warm light from the setting sun filtering through the large windows. Family photos line the walls, capturing moments of joy and togetherness. Jessica Hale, a strong yet gentle woman, sits on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Jacobi, her husband, stands by the window, his expression a mix of concern and determination. Charlie, their 15-year-old daughter, sits on the floor, her back against the couch, arms wrapped tightly around her legs with her chin on her knees staring blankly at the wall. Aaron, her 12-year-old brother, is quietly assembling the Lego set he got for his birthday, glancing at his sister occasiona

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.

"Shut up! You don't have a place to speak here! You're living in an apartment bought with my money, driving cars bought with my blood, sweat, and tears. And now, you're telling me you don't want anything? "I truly, genuinely admire how thick your skin is, Hazel. But maybe consider having some shame!" At that moment, the study door opened. Julian's father, William, walked out with a dark expression. He had always been someone I respected deeply. After all, he was wise, educated, and the epitome of elegance. "What is all this noise? Does no one care about propriety anymore?" he thundered, then walked toward me with a complicated gaze. "Mo, now that things have come to this, let's just sit down