Novel & Cerita Are You My Dad Book

Beneath the shelf, partially hidden was a small book, almost like a diary. It looked worn out, with its cover scuffed and corners bent like it had been handled constantly. I set the large book aside and carefully picked up the smaller one. My brown furrowed as I studied it, it looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen it. I flipped open the cover and my breath caught in my throat as I read the name scrawled in faded ink. Francesco Russo My father. Shock and confusion rushed through me, what was my father's book doing here?Could this be a clue?

I asked the classmate in front of me, “What’s with everyone today?” She leaned backwards and whispered, “We’re screwed! YL Group’s CEO is our country’s wealthiest and most powerful man. You know him, right?” I nodded. That was my family’s business; YL was my mother’s initials. I did not tell them that. I would not dare to again since it got me kidnapped eight times in elementary school. My classmate continued, “You know what? You should guess. Guess Janice’s relationship with YL Group.” I was shocked. ‘So soon? But she shouldn’t have any opportunity to get close to my dad!’

It was a WhatsApp message from "me" Blake: [Old fool, the family fortune is mine. Dream on if you're thinking of giving it to that slut.] It was undoubtedly a text message claiming responsibility for the accident. My father's voice trembled when he shouted my name, "Blake Xavier! Call the police immediately to arrest Blake! She's a murderer! I want her to pay for this with her life!" A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye once he finished speaking. What on earth was he crying for? Was he mourning the son he never met, or was he wailing for me, his ruthless daughter?

"Please Mom, stop going off point. Can I stay alone?" "No, Yes." Dad replied, "You can stay wherever you want but we want you to stay with Ivor. He is our family and the closest to you. The one who would protect you at all cost." Yeah, do you have wet dreams about your family?

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

I felt like I was in the story. "Jake, if I may ask, what's your dad's name?" "My dad's name?" "Yes." "Max." "Max?" "Maxime Andrew." ***

Elona's POV As I continued to sit while my dad had seen Mr Crane out. I was feeling defeated and upset. My eyes caught my book, I leaned forward and brought it closer to me. He had very neat handwriting. One that I would keep and treasure forever. I started to read what he had written. Love Beyond Reach

Bing… bing… My phone breaks the tension. I glance down at my lap to look at the screen. A message from Nova. How is she able to get access to her phone? I immediately open the text to read. Nova: [Why is my dad asking for you? Did you meet him? Do I tell him you’re gone?] I clench the phone tightly, sneaking a peek at Elias, but his gaze is focused out the window. [I’m gone.] I reply and switch off my phone. I exhale and close my eyes, resting my head against the seat.

I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching him quietly, trying to memorize the stillness of his presence. "Aren’t we going?" he asked, lifting his head. "Anytime you want," I replied. He nodded and stood. "Can I borrow the book? It’s interesting." "Borrow? You can keep it. It was my dad’s favorite." "Your dad’s? Are you sure?" "It seems like it found its next owner. I’m not really a fan of complicated things," I said, managing a faint smile despite the ache in my chest. "Oh… okay. Thank you."

As I flip through the story, the plot turns complex and yet childlike, introducing the evil king's two sons, the mean Gustav and the kind Roran. Riya climbs into bed and I pull up her covers, sitting down on the chair beside her bed. "No!" She pats the spot beside her. "You have to sit here so I can see the pictures!" I sit next to her and she sniffs me. "You smell nice." "I do?" My heart tightens as she ducks her head under my arm to have better access to the book. "Are you really my dad?" "I am." "Where were you?" Her question is a stab in my heart, and I try to smile. "I was busy for a long time. But I'm here now."