Novel & Cerita Austin Theory Father

Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits. Not one even one color. Just the boring black they wore everyday There were a few faces I were familiar with. Uncle Vittorrio and Cousin Antonio, others were strangers. And they were all looking at me. “Come, Aña,” my father ordered as he held out his hands for me. I let out a deep breath and walked to him “You wanted to speak with me?” “Yes. This is Santiano Ravazzani.” The man sat up from one of the chairs and I felt my heart skip a beat. He was handsome.

I could only hope she would understand what I was trying to explain, and that she would see from my lens how anyone would avoid this kind of conversation. “You asked if my family was involved in this mess,” I muttered, letting out a deep breath. That must have glued her to the spot, because, a few seconds ago, I heard the sound of her feet on the floor, indicating that she was moving closer to the door, reducing the chance to redeem myself. “It's actually my father that was involved in the tragic incident that took your parents out of this world.” I revealed, sighing deeply. She definitely knew something like this would come up after noticing how hesitant I became when she asked the question

Figures stepped out of the darkness - not Void Walkers or Shadow Wolves, but something else entirely. The lead figure stepped into the light, and Austin's blood turned to ice. It was his father. But not the revenant Marcus had raised earlier. This version radiated a cold authority that made even the ancient goddesses step back. "Hello, son," Austin's father said, his voice carrying the weight of the grave. "I think it's time we discussed the real terms of the contract I made twenty years ago." Austin stared in shock. "You're dead. I buried you myself."

My father was a judge, but he fell in love with a killer. His lover ran my grandparents down with her car. He found her not guilty in court. At the time, his power was absolute. No one dared to go against him. That homewrecker lived in luxury and got whatever she asked for. My mother lost both her parents, suffered betrayal, and was driven mad by everyone's ridicule. Thirty years passed. I fought with everything I had and became a Supreme Court justice. During graduation season, I sat on the interview panel as presiding justice. Across from me was a poised, immaculate young woman. She was the finest graduate the law school had produced this year. Looking at that familiar face, I glanced

He was Lysander Gray Castellano. He leaned back in his chair. His white polo shirt had two buttons open, and the sleeves were neatly folded up to his elbows. Every movement he made carried authority, a kind of power that did not need to be shouted because everyone around him felt it naturally. He held a glass of scotch, slowly swirling the ice inside, while his sharp and dark eyes were fixed on me. Why did it have to be him? Of all the men in the world, why was it Xavier’s father I ended up with on that night full of mistakes? I needed to calm the shaking of my hands under the table. He could not be allowed to see that I was affected.

All the things I had just packed were opened up and flung carelessly on the floor. "Justine! What right do you have to ask for a divorce from my son? You're just a rural girl from the countryside! If it weren't for Cameron liking you, could you have lived such a good life for so many years? "We've had to provide for you for so many years, and now you want a divorce! If you want to divorce, you have to pay back all the money Cameron has spent on you over the years!" Betty screeched. Ronald Zucker, my father-in-law, piped up from the side, "You even aborted Cameron's child! That was the grandson we had been waiting for for three years! How could you be so heartless?"

Austin was getting lectures from Aunt Janna on how he should act once Lexi joined us in a couple of days. But as always, Austin was just taking everything in stride, pointing out that they were just co-parenting and nothing more. He didn’t know his father, Uncle Aaron, had already made a bet about him that he would be the first one to fall head over heels for Lexi. That was what Jace and I were betting on, but Uncle Aaron forced us to bet against the other side so it would be more competitive. But even if we placed our bet on Lexi, we knew Austin was about to eat his own words about “just co-parenting.”

The door was slightly ajar so I thought about checking. Austin and his father were in the study room, facing each other. Their conversation had been heated, their voices intense. I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I couldn't help myself. "I'm only saying the truth and you know it, dad. Reina and her mom are only after your..." "Listen to me, Austin. I tried my best to raise you alone after the death of your mother. I tried my best and I need to spend the rest of my life happy."

Austin screamed. Dad was thrown to the ground. He was about to lose his temper when he saw the room full of wolf guards, the armed helicopters outside the window, and Mr. Mitchell kneeling on the floor. The old man's survival instincts kicked in instantly. He straightened up and pointed at Austin, cursing furiously. "How dare you! Who are you asking for help from? "Austin, you forced my hand! I'm Vivian's blood father. How could I possibly sell my daughter for a few measly billions?"

“Not wasted. Invested.” His father barked out a laugh, bitter and furious. “Invested? In what, Parisian perfume? Do you think this is a joke?” Austin’s tone dropped, velvet over steel. “No. I think it’s predictable.” A beat of silence. Then suspicion. “You knew about this?” Austin set his coffee cup down with deliberate care. “I didn’t just know. I orchestrated it.” Lucy gasped. On the other end, his father’s breath caught, as if the weight of his son’s words had struck harder than he expected.