When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

She must really be tired. “Sure, sweetheart. Let’s go.” I tried holding her hand. “I can walk by myself,” she said, pulling her hand away from mine and heading inside. I sighed and followed her. Gabriel opened the door for us. The moment I stepped in, I smiled. This is indeed an accomplishment. I finally broke the barrier between the rich and the poor. Success isn’t for the privileged anymore. “You are welcome, ma’am.” Five women, led in by Gabriel, greeted, curtsying.

The feud between the rich girl and the poor girl had always been a hot topic, whether it was ten years ago or today. The difference this time? This time, my words on stage were sharp and unmistakable. The whole world saw just how much of a wreck I’d become. Moreover, I played Symphony No. 5 with such intense anger and madness... Many people stood on my side. "She doesn’t seem like the type of rich girl who would bully the poor, does she? From the way she plays the piano, she doesn’t look like that kind of person." "Haha, seriously? Are we using her piano skills to judge her character now?"

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

"Where am I supposed to live if you take the houses back? Now that the baby is born, you're planning to keep it and get rid of me? Don't even think about it!" I took in the wrecked office, finding it almost identical to the one next door that I had thrashed days earlier. However, this time, I wasn't furious. Instead, there was a sense of satisfaction budding in me.

I thought Mia noticed the way I was stressing out and said “Aliana just calm down, he isn't that bad, just don't cross him, go against him or do anything rash and you'll be fine, now we have to get to work , I can see Lisa coming over, hurry up” I didn't want Lisa shouting at us so I took the tray of drinks from Mia and we both went to serve. We served two tables and they were a group of girls. I guess things were calm , it was going well so far .

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

“Va bene. (I’m alright.)” The moment shattered with a sound behind us. I turned to see Rocco step onto the terrace, his head bowed respectfully. His loyalty to Val had never wavered, even though I knew how much it cost him to see Dante and Giulia together every day. “Boss,” he said, his tone steady, “the Table is ready.” The air shifted instantly. The Table of Dons hadn’t summoned us in two years. Not since the chaos with Dominic. But now… now there was something darker rising.

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

But allegiance was called into doubt nowadays. One of them, if more had turned on me. The idea set my blood on fire. My boots echoed on the stone floor as I straightened, moved away from the table and gently circled the room. Their watchful eyes were fixed on me, tracking every action. They understood my capacity, and that was exactly the point.

The chandelier had decided to reenact the fall of a minor empire. It swung over the council table with the grim dignity of a tired monarch, throwing dice of light across the oak. The table wore blood like a bad necktie—too loud, too fresh, and impossible to forget. It had been polished in the morning by a woman with chapped hands and good posture. Now it was tacky to the touch, recording fingerprints for vigilant criminal investigators.