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“Thomas Marchetti.” Giovanni holds his breath for a few moments. Now, all he wants is a cigarette. He searches his pocket but doesn't find the pack of smokes. He rolls his eyes and drinks all the scotch in one go. “Thomas Marchetti, son of Adamo Marchetti, that damned old-man’s firstborn. Adamo was supposed to take over the business, but he didn't want to get involved with the dark side of the family. So, he took his family to America, many years before the war happened.”

I asked hastily. “Yes, Vincenzo, I was able to reach out to my friend who worked at the airport where she landed to help me out with more information, She is Thomas's daughter, she was born in Ohio, and her parent's names are Kate and Thomas Philip, they have two daughters and she's the elder one, I'm sending you the picture and the location of their house in Ohio, those are the details I could get,” Detective James said. “Thank you very much, just what I needed, Goodnight,” I said rather lively, a wave of accomplishment surging through my veins.

“Don’t look for me. Listen, my father is not dead. He’s with David. He has been under house arrest for years. I think he already figured out that I’m still alive. Or else, he would have made a move on Gilbert already. Please tell Gilbert to take care of himself for me. He has to. This person is a lunatic!” Summer held her phone vigilantly. She did not know how to help Rafferty. “How can I help you? Is there anything that I can do?” “You guys have been a great help. I’m sorry… that you’re caught up in the Coleman family’s grudges.” Rafferty’s voice was choked up. Rafferty was Thomas’s son, and Thomas was the eldest son in the Coleman family. He was also the one who stole the result of Paul’s

While Thomas after finally regaining a measure of trust and place in the life of his family, chose to live the life of a freeloader… enjoying the simplest things with a content heart and without a penny to his name. Patricia and Thomas reunited, living under the roof of the two-bedroom Shephard apartment complex, as Chelsey and Jeremy occupied the old family villa, sticking closer to the Stevens. “You never did tell us what happened to the handsome doctor. Will he be around stirring up trouble for you guys?” Hazel asked curiously adjusting her overthrow graduation gown. “The truth is I don’t know. After Britney and her dad disappeared, so did the hospital’s director and his son. Hmm... who c

Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi. Thomas was happily married with three kids and a beautiful wife who was wise enough to never meddle in her husband’s family affairs. Thomas was 45yrs old and currently the Managing Director of LWP. He was a Professor in the field of medicine from the University of Zurich. Thomas was the younger version of his father. He had an English and Swiss citizenship after spending half his life studying in Switzerland.

"Alright," Thomas said. … Two days later, Xavier arrived with Matty to meet Sharon and Thomas. Matty, like Theo, adored Thomas. Every time he saw him, he would fawn, calling him repeatedly. Sharon glanced at Thomas, patiently listening to Matty chatter, and felt an inexplicable sense of destiny. It was hard to imagine that Matty and Thomas were even remotely related. With so many members in the Ferrero family, their connection was probably distant—perhaps nothing closer than distant cousins. Otherwise, Thomas wouldn't have been completely unaware of Athena.

After she remarried, she was not even allowed to see Thomas. A while ago, Thomas went abroad and finally met his mother whom he hadn't seen for many years. His mother already had a brand new home and he had gained a cute new sister. His stepfather was a very good person, and Thomas would rather go abroad to look for his mother than go back to the Damien Family. After he learned that the Damien Family had separated into three branches, he only let out a smile. Everyone drank a lot of wine, and Hilda was the one who drank the most. Rex ate all the salamander stew and almost licked his plate clean.

"That's the only thing I have left. That belief." "Thomas." "Tell her." His hand steadied. The shot was very loud in the enclosed space. Then silence. Complete. Final. Absolute. Rodriguez didn't move for three seconds. Nobody did. Then. "Medical. Now." But the medical team's faces as they moved toward Thomas Cross said everything before they confirmed it. Thomas Cross. Last of the Cross family. Son of Catherine. Nephew of Julian. Grandson of Thomas Senior who'd signed The Covenant's founding charter beside Edward Ashford in 1972.

If my son was holding someone captive, I needed to find them. Quietly. Before Liam imploded. Before this got out. Before it stained the family beyond repair. Or worse—before it turned violent again. I called Thomas, a retired federal investigator who owed me for keeping his gambling problem out of court ten years ago. “Henry,” he greeted warily, his voice was gruff. “I need a location traced,” I said. “Property registered under shell names. Could be abandoned real estate. Possibly industrial.” I gasped as I scratched my hair uncomfortable.

“And then I discover Thomas has taken an interest in you.” He leans in close, his foul breath on my cheek. “Then, Dale informs me that your kids are also his, and I thought, finally, the universe is on my side. I can strip Thomas of everything he holds dear. Everything. Just like he did to my mother and me. Did you know she ended her own life after Thomas’s father abandoned us? I bounced around from one foster home to another. The Morris’ destroyed my life, and it’s only fair that I get to do the same. Dale here; he’s my foster brother. The one person who has never let me down.”