Who Is The Protagonist In 'A Father'S Story'?

Warning: 19+ only. This story contains sexual themes and psychological trauma. Emma had only one dream to escape the bottom of society and live a life that truly belonged to her. It seemed like a dream within reach, until it shattered the day she met a man named Damien her "Daddy" “Please, let me go... I didn’t do anything wrong... I just want to live... to live... to live like a human being...” Emma knelt down, her head bowed low as she sobbed and begged the man standing in front of her. The man she once respected and called “Daddy” not only showed no sympathy, but even smiled in delight. “What a pity. Your mother abandoned you, and no one else wants you. Emma, in this world, only I and I alone — love you.”

Alessa Sullivan, a 20-year-old orphan, counts Giulia De Luca as her best friend from college. Giulia is the daughter of a rising Italian tycoon in Washington. After losing her parents, Alessa lives on campus with the help of a scholarship she receives from the government. At the end of the year, there's always a party involving the students and their families, and during one such event, Alessa meets a charming man. Despite their age difference, he is not intimidated and offers her the best of what he has to give. Mattias De Luca, having lost his wife, hasn't had any long-term relationships since her death. With his daughter now in college, he was not looking to remarry. However, during a graduation party, he bumped into an attractive woman and ended up having a tryst with her in the school library. When he discovers the identity of the woman, the weight of his conscience and his concern for his actions lead him to accept his daughter’s invitation to have her friend move in with them. A romance with an age difference... An innocent girl who falls in love with her friend’s father... An experienced man who will show her how a woman should be treated…

I was raised by my mother, a single parent who never revealed the identity of my father. For years, that part of my life remained a mystery until her final moments. With her last breath, she asked me to find him. I shared this with my best friend, who had never known her own parents. With tears in her eyes, she confided in me that she longed for a father, too. She tried to manipulate me, suggesting I work as a housekeeper for my father so she could claim him as her own. Soft-hearted, I agreed to the plan. When I finally met him, he was stunned. The resemblance between me and his first love was undeniable. He wanted to take me under his wing as his mistress. "Come to my room tonight and wear something… revealing," he said. To protect myself, I laid all my cards on the table.

When my parents got divorced, they fought viciously over my younger brother and avoided me as if I were a burden. In the end, the court placed me with my mother. My biological father held my brother's hand and watched with satisfaction as Mom slapped me. "Hit him harder! If you kill him, you won't have to support him. Think how much money you'll save!" My new stepfather walked in, helped me off the floor, and said, "From now on, I'm your dad. Do you understand?" Years later, I bought my stepfather a luxury car and a beautiful house. Then the biological father who had vanished from my life lay crying in a hospital bed, begging me to save him. I smiled as I peeled his fingers from my hand. "You can stop worrying now, Mr. Lennox. Go ahead and die."

My three-year-old son looked nothing like my husband. Suspicious, my father-in-law secretly took my son for a paternity test. The results showed that there was no biological relationship between them. Furious and humiliated, my father-in-law erupted in anger, hurling insults at me and even threatening to kill us. My husband, just as enraged, slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless wrench! You've made me raise another man's child for three years!" As I stared at their accusing faces, I calmly produced another report—the paternity test between my husband and his father. It confirmed they weren't biologically related either. Their expressions froze in shock. With a faint smile, I said, "Looks like we don't know for sure who isn't part of this family, do we?"

I had two fathers. One was Vincenzo, who was gentle and cultured. The other was Matteo, who was called "Il Diavolo Sanguinario", meaning the bloodthirsty devil, by everyone. Both were men my grandfather, Don Rossi, had chosen for my mother, Sofia. In my last life, my mother had chosen Vincenzo, thinking he was the man she could trust for the rest of her life. But after a woman called Carla came between them, he grew colder toward my mother and me. He took Carla's side and became convinced that my mother had drugged him on purpose and slept with other men. In his eyes, I was a bastard whose father was unknown. After my grandpa passed away, Carla framed my mother repeatedly. Vincenzo would let her get away with it every time. He had even forced my mother to apologize and locked us in the basement, to the point of starving to death in the end! When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my fifth birthday party. My grandpa was still gravely ill, and he was urging my mother to make a choice. "Sofia, whoever you choose will inherit everything in the Rossi family and protect you and Lia in my place." Mom held me in her arms, hesitant to make a decision. I pointed at the man everyone called the Diavolo Sanguinario. "Pick him! Only he can protect us!"