Austin Theory Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

* My father would always say to me. Austin was sitting downstairs and waiting for me, he was being served by my mother who was smiling warmly and before I got to him, my father already come back too! He stopped the moment he saw Austin but in a blink of an eye, my father, who was supposed to be asking who Austin was, welcomed Austin as if he was his second son! He even invited Austin to eat dinner with us... which he did. That night, my father kept on praising Austin. He praised the cold class captain so much that I grew jealous but later, I fell in love with the cold boy too! Tsk!

He suddenly said, "Also, I didn't want Teddy to call that woman 'Mommy'. After some time, I think he finally understood why… He might even have thought that she was his stepmother or something." So, every time Austin scolded Theo afterward, he would always cry and say that things would never have been this way if only his mother were here. I was speechless. Theo was certainly a brat who even knew how to manipulate his father now. He still needed to be disciplined. The next day, I finally managed to sleep in and woke up late. It was noon by the time I opened my eyes. I turned to the side and saw Austin still looking at me the same way he'd been staring at me all night.

He turns it over in his hands, staring at my father’s handwriting on the front. "Your father expects you back soon," Austin says. He looks at me, his dark eyes tracking the way I’m shivering. "He thinks you’re just dropping off some boring legal work." The mention of my father should make me sick. It should make me want to scrub my skin until it bleeds. But as I look at Austin standing there in the shadows of the room I was never supposed to see, all I feel is a dark, heavy bond. "I'll tell him the traffic was bad," I whisper. My voice is a rasp, ruined by the screaming I did into his pillows.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing just by standing there, by answering him like that, by smelling the way you do. You’re not just some girl to him. You’re a problem. You’re a temptation. And you’re walking straight into it.” “He’s your father,” I whispered. “Exactly. “And you’re mine.” He stepped back then, finally giving me space, his expression hard and unreadable as he looked me over one last time. “Go,” he said. “Go see what he wants. But don’t forget who touched you first.” “What the fuck are you saying, Lucian?” The words came out before I could stop them. “He’s your father,” I said. “Lucian, he’s your father. You can’t just say things like that like this is a game or some power

He thundered. The color drained from my father’s face. He inhaled sharply, his shoulders tensing. “David Castellano,” he repeated, almost to himself. “Yes, I knew him. We had… business dealings.” Austin’s laugh was harsh and bitter. “Business dealings? Is that what you call it? You framed him, ruined him, and then you murdered him! As if that wasn’t enough you wiped out our entire household, you blood-sucking animal!” His eyes were bloodshot from rage and his body rattled. I’ve never seen Austin this in my seven years of meeting him.

“Son, I’m fine… Don’t worry about me. The entire nation will come and look for me. So don’t bother finding me. I’m begging you, son-” “Blah Blah Blah… I hate drama…” Max spat on the floor. Grinding his teeth… “Don’t. You. Dare. Lay. A. Hand. On. My. Father. Or I will personally end your life.” Austin said in a very dangerous tone that gave everyone shivers except for Max. “Oooohhh… I feel terrified…” He mocked. “I will do whatever I want with him…” “Ugh!” Austin heard his father grunt. “Stop it!” He yelled when he heard a few more thumping, grunting, and moaning sounds in the background.

Would she be able to tell me who Zabrina’s mate was? Not that finding out who he was would necessarily help with all of this, but it was worth a try to see if maybe it could point me in the right direction. Austin looked pathetic, sitting there on the floor with his arms hung up over his head. “What does your father think of all of this?” I asked him. “Does he know the son he’s raised?”

I turn to him and narrow my eyes on my lifelong friend. "Let it go? You want me to let go of the fact that asshole murdered my father? Like you let go on those fuckin' gangs that had your old man killed?" Austin looks at the door that separates us from the rest of the compound. Austin had gone on the deep end at the time his old man was killed. Max was there for his mother, while Austin had a different responsibility. Austin had an entire club to run and his first goal, was to go after the traitors that had set up his father for profit. We slaughtered all of them.