Novel & Cerita Aidan Hutchinson Dad

"Is this about what happened that night? Look, I didn't mean to chase your sister awa—" "Who's Aiden?" I cut him off. My dad froze for a while but quickly snapped out of it. "How did you know about Aiden?" "Your drunk ass was talking about it that night." My dad mumbled something that sounded like 'stupid'. "Aiden... is uh... your cousin. He's not important." "Cousin?" I repeated. "Cynthia told me he was a friend." My dad's eyes widened. "Yeah. Uh... he's your cousin as well as your best friend."

The silent show of solidarity helped and hurt at the same time. Dad didn’t waste time. “Your mother is a wreck. The entire family is fielding calls. I’ve seen the pictures. The stories. Tell me this isn’t what it looks like, that you’re not some rich man’s plaything who threw away a decent career for… whatever this is.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s not like that. Aiden and I are together. Seriously.” “Seriously?” Dad leaned forward. “You’ve lost weight. You barely contact us. Your work has dried up. Articles are saying he controls your schedule, your movements. That you’ve got some… arrangement. Breeding fetish nonsense. Is that true?”

He looked up at me, his eyes bright, his face carrying the expression he wore when he was about to say something he had been saving for the right moment. "Mom," he said. "Are we staying in Dad's house now?" I froze. The word landed somewhere in my chest and just sat there, warm and heavy and entirely unexpected, and for a moment I could not find a single thing to say back to him. "Dad?" I said finally. "Since when do you call Julian 'Dad'?" Aiden looked at me like this was the least complicated question anyone had ever asked him. "Since last year," he said, and then he turned and wandered off down the hallway toward the kitchen the way he always did when he arrived here, like a boy who knew

"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

The kind who didn’t need speeches. He finally spoke without turning. “They think they’re walking into a rightful takeover. A clean reclaiming of leadership.” Tomas scoffed. “Julian’s still green. Idealistic. He thinks there’s such a thing as clean in this world.” “He means well,” Mirra added carefully. Aiden turned then, slowly. His expression unreadable. “He’s my nephew,” Aiden said, and there was a flicker of something soft in his voice. “His father was my brother in everything but blood. I raised him after the fall.”

Aiden takes a step sideways and blocks Dad’s glare on me, his voice low and dangerous, “I don’t care if you are her father or not, you don’t get to trash her or I will do something about it.” Dad glares at Aiden. I could see the calculation in his eyes. He can’t defeat Aiden. That’s why he only stands there huffing with his eyes piercing through Aiden viciously but he is not doing anything. His eyes are so unfamiliar that I can’t recognize my loving dad in this man anymore. “I’m leaving,” I take a deep breath, using Aiden’s wide back and tall figure that’s protecting me to gather courage, “I’m going to see Damon, and I will be waiting on the investigation that you promised to send me...Fathe

Aiden smirked. “Yes, how’d you know?” Nate asked. “Lucky guess,” Aiden chuckled. “One more thing, when you asked me to take her to brunch you told me her name is Mrs. O’Hare, but isn’t your mother divorced?” Aiden questioned. He wanted to make sure this woman was fully available. Nate’s eyes darkened. “No, my mom’s not divorced. Our father died when we were two. My mother hasn’t been out with another man since.”

The complexities of balancing personal and professional aspects of their lives lingered in the room, leaving them both with a shared understanding that the path to a more open relationship required careful consideration and patience. *********************** Jayden sat in his office, the dim light casting a contemplative atmosphere around him. His mind was occupied with the weight of a business deal, one that seemed elusive without the support of a powerful ally. The person who held the key to this particular venture was none other than his father, Bryan.

"How are the parents? Is the family okay?" "His parents separated when he was 10 years old and he lived with his mom who was a professor and lecturer in Canada, his dad remarried to a woman who already had three children. Oh yes, his dad was not just anyone. He is a famous architect as well owner of the largest construction company in Canada. So, you could say that Aiden is actually the son of a well-known millionaire." Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing, especially in the part where Aiden is the son of a successful businessman. It seems, his life is very far from her expectations.

James waited for Adam's return from the school, now that he stopped to think he noticed that Adam was acting strange lately. Everything started to make sense. "Dad, Khalan is not a fuckboy. Stop saying it." Adam says trying to defend Khalan once more from his father's words. "I don't even know you anymore Adam, hiding things from me. I deserve better, don't you think? How is it going to be now? Will you be a single father? Because I'm pretty much sure that this little boy is going to walk away from the responsibility." "Oh my god dad, why do you hate Khalan so much? I love him and he loves me. He promised to take care of me and our daughter and I believe him. Why can you accept that?" Adam s