How Does The Family Business End?

Isabella got accused of infidelity on her third year anniversary with her husband, Andrew who divorced her before she could even explain herself or defend her innocence. She leaves town after finding out she's pregnant due to fear of her children being forcefully taken from her. When she returns years later, she's stunned to find that Andrew is getting married to her step-sister, Victoria. Suddenly Tristian, Andrew's uncle, seems to be interested in her and wants to help her. Isabella is suspicious of his intentions but she accepts his help anyway needing the means to raise her children. Over time the truth comes out and Andrew realizes that he was wrong and wants his ex-wife back but isn't it too late for a reunion? Will the partnership between Tristian and Isabella turn into something real and true?

Natalie Hayes had one plan, finish her degree, chase her dreams, and maybe finally tell her best friend's brother that she had been in love with him since tenth grade. Then two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. She is pregnant for Luca Wolfe, dangerous, powerful, and connected to the Vitale mafia empire, while still deeply in love with Bryan Rollins, the boy who has always shown up for her, and isn't walking out without a fight. Forced into Luca's world for the safety of her unborn twins, Natalie navigates mafia politics, a powerful Don who considers her children his heirs, a rival family targeting her as leverage, and the impossible reality of falling in love with two men in two completely different ways. As threats close in and her heart becomes harder to read, Natalie must decide who she is, what she wants, and whether the life she is building inside this complicated world is one she is choosing or one she is surviving. Now Natalie's caught up to make an impossible choice between the boy who would die for her and the man who kills for her. One woman. Two men. Three children. No easy answers. It's complicated doesn't even begin to cover it.

After finishing work for the day, I checked my phone and realized I had been added to a group chat called "Catch the Thief." The members were my parents, my brother, Brian Wise, and my sister-in-law, Paulene Wise. I typed a question mark. Paulene replied instantly. [My jewelry is missing. I didn't add you here to accuse you or anything. I just wanted to ask what you think. Honestly, there's no use for other people in our family to take my jewelry, so I've been wondering... I'm not saying you definitely stole it. But if you did, you don't have to deny it. I'm willing to give you a chance to make things right.] My mother said nothing. She just kept tagging me over and over. I let out a small laugh and typed back. [Maybe Brian took it and gave it to his side piece. I'm not saying he definitely has someone else. Just that men his age sometimes start looking around. I'm only guessing here. And if he really did mess up, you could give him a chance to make things right, too.]

I gave Dante Valenti eight years of my life. When I got pregnant by accident, he called off our wedding the night before the ceremony. I rushed to the hotel and found the venue I had spent months decorating transformed into a baptism reception for his illegitimate son. Liliana Moretti wore the reception dress I had chosen. The old Don put a gold chain on her baby and acknowledged him as the heir. Dante had already registered his marriage to her. That day, I made three decisions. I terminated the pregnancy. I booked a one-way ticket out of the country. I swore I would never look back. Months later, he showed up at my door on his knees with a ring. I burned my 800-thousand-dollar wedding gown right in front of him. In the end, he tried to atone with his own death.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

A very deep loss for the Syailendra family. Never imagined before, the death of her only brother was right on the birthday of her brother. When all eyes were fixed on Michael who was cutting his birthday cake, suddenly a gunshot boomed at the scene of the ongoing event, everyone panicked seeing the Michael who was limply covered in blood.One year waiting for the uncertain results regarding who killed her brother, Miska Aluna Syailendra is determined to find out for himself who killed her brother. Even the police have closed the case of her brother's death without knowing who is behind the case of her brother's death.Looking for evidence of whether her brother had any enemies during this time, Miska looked at her brother's phone call history hoping she would get proof. In the midst of searching for the perpetrator of her brother's shooting, Miska was kidnapped by the hired person who shot her brother. Trying to find help, she finally managed to retrieve one of the cellphones of the person who kidnapped him. Miska tried to contact her family but not a single call was answered, so she calling the police station to save her from the kidnappers. In the middle of the rescue process, Miska felt an unnatural feeling when she saw the figure of the police forcefully fighting the kidnappers. Miska tried to get rid of her feelings for the policeman who saved her who she knew was named Randy Pramono, finally she tried to explain to Randy so that she could help her reveal her brother's death.