The Family Of Darren
Chapter 2
In the Darren household, everyone had to be downstairs by 7 a.m. for breakfast. It was a strict family tradition passed down through generations. They lived in a large mansion inside one of the biggest estates they owned. The Darrens were rich, powerful, and respected.
Mr Darren had 2 sons and a daughter, along with his lovely wife. Mrs Darren cherish
"Good morning, husband," Mrs. Darren said with a smile.
"Good morning, honey," he replied.
Mrs. Darren had been downstairs early as usual, supervising the food being served — part of her daily routine.
"The children aren't downstairs yet?" Mr. Darren asked.
"They'll be here shortly," she replied. "Have a seat, honey."
The eldest daughter was the first to arrive. She greeted her parents politely.
"Hope you slept well," her mother asked.
"Yes, Mom, I did," Lisa replied.
Then the first son walked into the dining room — with the stench of alcohol and drugs still clinging to him. Worse, he had a woman's panties wrapped around his neck.
Mr. Darren's face hardened with fury.
"Why are you looking this unkept? And what is—"
Mr. Darren slammed his fist on the table, cutting his sentence short.
"Get that filth off your neck!" he barked. "This is a family home, not a brothel!"
The son smirked, unfazed. "Relax, Dad. It was just a party."
"A party?" Mr. Darren repeated. "You represent this family. You embarrass this family. You're supposed to be my heir."
Silence fell across the room. All the other siblings froze halfway down the stairs.