Alia Rose Father Novels & Stories

Axl replied, "But can you explain to me exactly why you didn't take M.A to his father?" "Who the hell is M.A?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as we walked through the woods. "Messiah Arlo, don't tell me you forgot about our son already?" "I wouldn't dare, but I don't want Arlo associated with him in any way." He stopped walking and I knew too well that he was about to give me a lecture.

“I have no one to watch Alessia Marie...and she’s not feeling well.” His gaze softened as he touched her forehead. “Her dad could watch her.” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” He stroked Alessia’s hair and turned to look at me. “I know that he’s in New York; we kind of met yesterday.” I frowned. “The point I’m trying to make is that Ambrose isn’t just my father...he’s also Alessia’s father, and sooner or later she will eventually know the truth, so let them bond.” I sighed softly.

Rosie said with her voice cracking. “Rosie, I—“ “It’s okay, I don’t want you to misunderstand, I didn’t look into your background, but I found out when I was looking into Arthur,” Rosie said. “Then what about your father? Is he dead too?” “I don’t know where he is, I didn’t intend to look for him and assumed he was dead,” Rosie said. I sat right next to her, I think looking at her just made her feel awkward and not free to talk to me.

“I know. With you back here by my side, I know I have absolutely nothing to worry about.” He then slowly turned his head to look at me, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “You see, Dad? I am going to do exactly as you commanded. I am going to settle down and marry a good, respectable pack girl.” I forced a calm, unreadable smile back at my son, keeping my expression entirely placid. But beneath the surface, my beast was roaring for blood. Over my dead body. Over my rotting corpse would I ever allow this pathetic excuse for a man to lay a single finger on my little Rose. She belonged to me and Nolan was entirely clueless that he was dancing on the edge of a blade.

Alexander rose to his feet and headed for the door, fingers reaching for the knob. “Is that all you wanted to say to me, Father?” Alicia’s voice cut through the quiet. He froze. Shock tightened his shoulders. After a pause, he turned back, weighing his words—then abandoning them. He crossed the room, sat beside her on the edge of the bed, and twisted his fingers together. “I found them,” he said softly. “The people who killed your mother—Catherine—all of them. They’ll stand in court. She’ll finally get justice.”

I stuttered. But my father merely laughed. "Relax, son." He chuckled at my awkwardness. "Aria was never my real bride, nor your real stepmother. The marriage document is not valid because it officially lists Arianna Avaroux as my wife, who doesn't actually exist." "But the Avaroux family has a daughter named Arianna," I pointed out. "I know of their family; they're a prestigious family who used to own the entire mining industry. How can she not exist?"

The atmosphere was tense as Benjamin glared at the man while Melody seemed worried. “Rosalie, why don’t you go insid- “Daddy! That’s her, that’s Aaliyah Gracia’s daughter,” Cora said excitedly to her father causing Rosalie to grow pale. Father?! As in- “Hello, Rosalie, my name is Marcus.”

Nalya I was about to walk down the aisle, crying, and no one cared. My father gave me away to Arlon William, a man thirty years my senior. "Compose yourself... You're embarrassing me!" my father hissed. He cupped my face and kissed my forehead. "Dad, please, please don't make me do this," I begged, gripping his suit. He growled at me and said; "You will marry this man to help the family,"

Alice wiped her tears and composed herself before she quickly went out. Arabella was left in a daze. She was trying to absorb everything. It seemed that Alice was her father’s first love. He never mentioned it to them. Now, things were getting more complicated because of their secret affair. Now, she got all the answers that she wanted. It seemed Alicia was forced to stay with Senator Meyer for her father’s sake. Arabella couldn’t tell it to her mom as she knew Jaime would go frantic. It was clear that Alicia was protecting them and giving her a warning not to mess up with Trishia and Senator Meyer. Alicia probably knew that her daughter was more like her father, having a murderous mind.

Her throat choked with emotions. “I don’t care,” he replied. “I. Want. You.” He stared in her green emerald eyes. “And that is all that matters.” His voice was authoritative. Alyssa melted at those words. She had this sudden urge to get up and kiss him senseless. But she had to tell him the truth. It was extremely important now. “My mother is Magda, Queen of Yezia, and my father’s name is Alan.”