Novel & Cerita Why Did Yuri's Mom Burn The Picture

“My dad, Theron, controls more than just packs and Alphas. He’s been controlling me since I was sixteen.” “Give me a break.” “My mom…” The words tumbled out in a rush. “He’s got my mom locked up. For real. If I don’t do exactly what he says, he hurts her. Sometimes he makes me watch.” I recognized that kind of trauma the moment I heard it—like Kane’s stories about James, or Ella’s quiet pain over her father’s rejection. “You’re lying,” I said, but doubt gnawed at me. Vivian’s hands shook as she pulled out her phone and swiped to a photo. “This is from three days ago.”

I could not hurt my baby in the process. Swallowing hard, I stepped in front and looked through the glass hole... My entire body shivered at the sight of the place. The room was almost dark and somehow breathing with the little bulb in the ceiling. One broken caught at the corner. tottered blanket and a woman Sitting on the bed, murmuring something herself. Suddenly, she jumped down from the bed, ran to the wall and started scratching. That's when I gasped, realising what she was doing. The entire wall was covered with curse words for my mother and different ways to kill her.

Nico’s pov We were in a bit of a scare after Rissa had suddenly fallen to the ground, she refused to wake up even though we tried really hard to wake her up. She constantly kept shivering and saying “No,” I had to carry her on my back until we found a way to get out of the tunnel. The worst thing that could ever happen to me is losing Rissa, I couldn't bear the pain, she is like the only person who actually cares about me since losing both my parents in an attack against our pack.

The room, decorated in soft blues and whites, feels like an escape away from the tension downstairs. Smiling softly, she puts rose in the bed and ushers the boy to climb the bed. "There you go." Shw murmurs, "Let's try to calm down and maybe have a little breakfast here instead." Rose hiccups through her tears. "But Mama, why did papa Yuri leave us? Did we do something wrong?" Her lower lip trembles as she speaks, fresh tears threatening to spill. Maya's heart constricts at the question. She sits on the bed, gathering all three children around her.

Yuri thought it was not necessary to let Tohya and Ren know everything. “After my mother was murdered, everything was like a nightmare for me,” said Yuri, her voice shaking with emotion. “I often thought, ‘if it was a nightmare, let me wake up from it.’ For days, I kept repeating that in my head. But who was I kidding?” She chuckled bitterly. “ I can’t…can’t wake up from it because it was reality!”

Seeing her hesitant, Mary Ye took advantage of the victory and pursued her, "Grandma, I can give you three days to consider leaving Yuri and following me. Otherwise, I will burn those things in front of my mother's tombstone and tell her how you treated her daughter. You don't want her to be restless in that world, do you? Moreover, even if you don't help me, with my current snobbery in the Fremingo family, you can still defeat Yuri. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance then, think it out for yourself After Mary Ye finished speaking, she opened the door and left proudly. You... "Mrs. Wendor slumped on the chair, tears in his eyes. —— —— On the other side. Yuri met Ethon at the entrance

“Please, Layla. Please… save our family’s image. I beg you.” The sight of her begging shattered me. I quickly grabbed her wrists, holding her hands still. “Mom! How can you do this? Am I not your daughter too? Don’t beg, please. I’ll do it. I’ll do it, Mom.” She broke into sobs and pulled me into a trembling hug. “I’m so sorry, my daughter. I never wanted this. But Yuri—she said she liked him as well.” Her words sliced through me. I swallowed the bitter taste in my throat. “It’s okay, Mom,” I whispered, though my chest felt heavy. “She must have had her reasons.”

Her shrieks echoed through the room. Dad, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes, bloodshot and wide with horror, locked onto Mom. "Nicole, please, don't do this! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm begging you, please don't do something so reckless." But Mom had become like a wild beast, driven mad by grief. She raised the syringe, already stained red with blood, and plunged it yet again into Denise's back.

Mom said to the guests, "Ladies and gentlemen. My elder daughter was drunk so everything was a misunderstanding. Do enjoy the food and Champagne. Please excuse us now." *** Mom locked me in my room. I spent the whole afternoon in anxiety and fear. And hungry. They didn’t give me any food. I waited in the room till dusk for all the guests to leave. Mom finally opened my bedroom door with an angry look on her face. She dragged me to the small parlor, where Jenna was sobbing in father's arms. As soon as she saw me come in, Jenna pointed at me with red, puffy eyes and accused, "Rylee, why are you trying to steal my mate?!"

The evidence was still rolling. More clips from the house—Natalie clutching the doll, telling Yara it was her "real dad." Saying trash like I wasn't even worth one strand of its hair. That I didn't deserve to be her father, only David did. That's why she wouldn't let Yara call me dad. If I tried to discipline Yara, Natalie would pipe up, "If your real dad were still alive, he'd never yell at you. You could do whatever you wanted."