Undertaker Son And Daughter 소설 & 이야기

“All accounts are closed. Credit cards canceled. And that Cayman account, the money you stole from your daughter and her ex-husband?” Big Tuck jumps up, clapping wildly. I wave him down. “Sit down.” He freezes and drops back into his chair. “That money is being returned to its rightful owners, the Todds.” James mutters, “Shit.” Hunter turns back to the mic. “I want to apologize to my daughter in front of the world, for letting her grow up in that toxic environment. That’s on me.” Talia is frozen. “I love you, baby girl. Your trust fund is untouched. It’s yours.”

But when he finally told me he had found his mate, I was thrilled, finally, he was going to get over his reckless lifestyle. But then came the greater shocker, he rejected her? “Because I can’t be with her,” he had told me, without giving a clear reason why. And now, he had finally decided to grow up at twenty-two. “Good,” I muttered, assessing the beauty he had chosen for himself. “Young lady, what’s your name?” “Kelly Montero, and I’m just eighteen,” she replied shyly, bowing her head. “Dad, she’s the love of my life, and I brought her to you so the date for the marking ceremony can be fixed.”

When they saw their daughter tied to the autopsy table, the chief prosecutor, Davin Elkin, and his wife, Portia Elkin, broke down completely. “Ms. Lance, your daughter committed suicide. What gives you the right to kidnap mine? She’s only eight! “You’re a parent too. How could you be so cruel?” The police officers standing behind Davin urged me to calm down. My colleagues also pleaded with me not to throw away my future in a moment of confusion.

I asked, despite knowing what he would say. I hoped he must have found something or someone to bring her back. He was quiet for a long moment before speaking, his voice low. "I'm sorry, kid... We can find a place to bury her and your sister peacefully. Your choice." Bury her. I blinked, the tears coming back. But I spoke. "What about Father?" "He's dead too," Vance said quietly. "A rival enemy. I-I'm just glad you're alright. We're moving to a friend of your dad's to help with damages and things and-"

"From this day forward, Lola is the only daughter of Macey Kinder and Roger Wheeler. Samantha Rogers no longer exists." The words had barely landed when my parents' assistant—the one who'd been searching for me—burst into the room. His voice shook as it reached every ear. "Sir… two days ago, your daughter was killed in a collapse at the construction site."

It was an international number with a country I hadn't recognized but hadn't thought about in six years. New York City. I stared at it for two rings then I picked it up. "Am I speaking with Kiera Griffin?" A man's voice came through. "Yes, you are." I said. "Ms. Griffin, my name is Spencer Thompson, I'm a senior partner at Bryce and Calloway Attorneys at Law." He paused. "I'm calling regarding Henry Carrington." The name landed like a stone in my chest. My father. "I'm sorry to inform you that Henry Carrington passed away three days ago." His voice was careful. "Per the terms of his will, you are named as his sole heir."

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

The other Blood Reapers were naturally wary of the threat, while the leader asked calmly, "Sir, were you the one who decimated hundreds of us, even taking away their bodies?" "Yes," Caleb replied calmly. The leader bowed his head in acknowledgment and asked, "Allow me to apologize for whatever offense my comrades have caused you. May I have the pleasure of your name?" "Death, of the Undertakers." Caleb replied quietly. Confused, the Blood Reapers' leader turned toward his crew, but they all shook their heads too. Still, he bowed his head again. "Well, it's unsurprising that you gathered the bodies as an Undertaker! It will be their honor to have died by your hand!"

bonded with me. "Eliza," I whispered. "He's here - It's time." She huffs happily in acknowledgment, and I stop to tell her my plan to kill him but suddenly stop when someone approaches. Loud boots. Sharp and commanding, followed by a set of other boots. The door creaks slowly, unleashing the moonlight which I hadn't seen in years – it got brighter, revealing the figure or figures who approached. Among them stood him, "Kieran Thorne" – The son of Xavier Thorne - The man who killed my parents.

The pain was overwhelming, but I knew we had to be strong – not just for ourselves, but for Uncle Xavier. *** “Today we are gathered here to honor those who lost their lives,” Uncle Tony intoned. My eyes went to Elena where Amaya had her arms around her. Then to Xander, Uncle Xavier’s son, who was meant to take over when Uncle Xavier retired. Then my eyes went to Thomas and Edmund, Uncle Xavier’s twin sons. They had only recently graduated high school. Then finally, my eyes went to Aunt Rose standing next to grandma Josie. Aunt Rose had to bury her mate. Her other half. Aunt Josie had to bury her son. And yet the elderly Luna stood tall and proud. Because she knew her son had died fighting f