William Afton And His Family Novels & Stories

"Not good enough for me?" William huffed in amusement before continuing, "You see yourself as a divorcée—then, what about me? "I'm in my 30s. And with my status, do you think I've never been with a woman before? Not only have I been with women, but I've been with several." William wasn't the affectionate type. But we all knew this world wasn't black and white. When his brother and his wife died, they had left him to carry the Ashford family at a young age. Barely a teenager, William had to fight tooth and nail to survive.

I continued. “Just like with Fallon…not exactly, but they stole her father’s lifework too and almost killed him,” Ben commented. I nodded, agreeing with him. “William’s wife was killed and then he went in hiding and in some way made it seem like he was dead too.” “That explains why there’s even a death certificate for him,” Ben said mostly to himself. “Damn…” It was a lot to unpack.

Zephyr laughed. "Sounds familiar." His father pointed at him. "Exactly." "You and your friends remind me of them." The warmth in his voice filled the room. "They were different people." "My father was cautious." "Thomas..." "He believed every problem had a solution if you worked hard enough." William looked toward the window. "Together..." "They balanced each other." "The accident happened three years after they started." His expression slowly changed. The smile disappeared. "There was an electrical fire." "It spread faster than anyone expected."

“Grandpa, I didn’t do anything wrong. I just taught Autumn a small lesson. Why do you always defend outsiders instead of me? “And she didn’t even die. Luna really did die because of her. I heard the news the moment I came back. How could I not be angry?” As long as Autumn was alive, he would find ways to make her suffer. She had provoked the wrong person. William couldn’t get a word out anymore. It was his mistake. Sending his second son’s entire family abroad and forbidding them to return no matter what happened. This was the price of favoritism. He had believed every lie David fed him back then, truly convinced that his second son, Raymond Shea had tried to poison him years ago just to sei

The once-lively Shephard family group chat fell silent after the incident. Relatives who had previously delighted in the spectacle, even fanning the flames, quietly exited one by one. Just like that, our family made a clean, irreversible break from those so-called distant relatives. Later, my lawyer told me a piece of news, an insignificant epilogue to the whole farce. After learning in prison that the house had been auctioned and that his parents' pension accounts had been frozen for compensation, William fell into complete despair. He secretly wrote a letter to a friend on the outside, detailing his plans to seek revenge against me once he was released.

She was her father's favorite and I could tell that this goodbye was hardest for her. But as I looked around, I couldn’t ignore the tension simmering beneath the surface. Uncle Thomas sat stiffly, his gaze darting between Sam and Jacob. Aunt Angelina dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, but her lips were pressed thin in disapproval. The cousins exchanged wary glances, their distrust palpable as they say with their parents, siblings of William Bennett. This family was fractured, and William’s death had only deepened the cracks. After the ceremony, the family gathered in the drawing room for a quiet reception. The tension lingered, but the grief seemed to dull the edges of it.

"Yves is right, Dad. Why not have Irene go back first? This isn't the kind of place she should be. We don't want the Zimmerman family getting the wrong idea," Sarah chimed in. Carol sneered and said, "Grandpa, there's something you should know. Ashton isn't someone to take lightly. Just a few days ago, he offended Mr. Zeke from the Zapata family. They're the top family on Linton Island and not someone we can afford to cross."

The William family has arranged for people to take advantage of Mark's mother's death to do things in a remote cemetery, those people will not care about others. Lisa's eyes were red with worry, she hurriedly took David's hand and fervently pleaded. "It's too late, brother, you have to take me away!" "Lisa, calm down!" David pulled her with a complicated expression. "Honey, it's dangerous there, you can't go there." Second brother Justin looked at me worriedly. It is the William family who want to get rid of Mark, this is their family business, they have no right to interfere. Looking at the serious look of the big brother, Lisa opened her red eyes wide, stunned for two seconds.

William shed tears. "It's hard for me to say this but I'll swallow my ego and pride as the padre de familia of this family. I need to do this," he said. Desperation got the best of William and triggered him to make that decision. Little did they know that William was on the verge of killing himself and his family because of the poverty they faced. He believes that when they are all dead. They will worry no more.