Novel & Cerita Ace Dad

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.

Adam speaks but no reply can heard. Adam recalls the night, when his mom and dad went outside for a dinner but the breaks failed and the car fell down the hill. Five years ago, his mom died at the spot but his father survived with major head and spinal injuries. Adam was devastated when he was informed about the wreck. He boarded the plane right away, left everything behind and never looked back again. He took on his father’s business as his father wasn’t able to walk, talk or even think due to the trauma. He was a as lifeless as a dead person. But Adam didn’t let anyone know that his father survived or else Ariak would have made sure to kill him time. Adam kept his father hidden from everyo

He looked disappointed, and it broke my heart. Soon Mom came and wrapped her arms around Dad’s waist before placing a hand on his torso as she spoke. “Relax…” “I just need to let that out,” Dad said in a cold voice before his gaze went behind me. Jace was already up from the ground, his hands holding my arms as he assisted me to stand up. “Now. I want a fucking explanation of what’s going on.” Dad stated. Uncle Adan stood beside him, his arms crossed against his chest, and he looked at Jace as if he was going to punch him.

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

"Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?" Ian's expression hardened, and an awkward look flashed across his face. However, when he spoke up, he still chose to shift the blame on Mom. "Your mother's the one who couldn't let go back then. She refused to accept reality and insisted on blowing everything out of proportion. Had she come to terms with reality, we could have all lived in peace." Holding his gaze, I felt anger flare up in my chest. "We could've all lived in peace? Do you have any idea how I lost my hearing?"

Grandpa's slap was hard and heavy, snapping Dad's head to the side and drawing a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth. Dad froze, utterly stunned that this usually gentle old man could unleash such raw power. Mom rushed forward to pull Grandpa back, pleading, "Sir, please don't do this. Theo didn't mean to do it. It really was just an accident—" "An accident?" Grandpa flung her hand away, his bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at her.

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."