Novel & Cerita Austin Theory Father

Hanley hung his head, ashamed, not saying a word. The teacher came out with Christopher, and I glanced at Hanley. "Don't ever come near me again. Stay far away. This is what you said to me before, and now I'm saying it to you." I paused, then added, "By the way, you have a biological father out there, right? If things are so tough now, you can go to him. Don't bother me." Hanley, furious, stood up. "How could you…" With that, I grabbed Christopher's hand and pulled him into a nearby taxi, leaving without a second glance at Hanley, who stood frozen in place.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

The paper twists and folds in on itself, words disappearing into ash. I don’t want to see the real one. I don’t care if my father really left his fortune to a child with cancer or a damn charity for stray dogs. I’m done. I’m done chasing ghosts. The fire’s still eating the last corner when I hear footsteps behind me. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to burn evidence.” I smirk, not even turning yet. Rico’s voice is like grit and whiskey. “I’m done with my father’s legacy. I wanted his power, but he never left me love.”

, I said, keeping a stern face to let him know that I was being serious. " My father would personally kill me if he finds a book like that in any bookstore, with me as the author", he said. He was all smiles while saying that but I knew that he meant every word of it. " And his intellectual diagnosis would reveal to him that I must've experienced every single type of dick I write about". " Says who? You could tell him that you looked it up online, or better still you had AI compose the book for you", I said, trying to give him hints to lie with.

I said in a cold, rigid voice. "Samantha! You can't do this! You’re carrying my child!" David snapped, trying to use his authority as a husband to hold me back. I stopped, looking him straight in the eyes that were now filled with fear. "Your child? No, David. From this second on, this child has no father. This baby is mine alone. Go ahead, leave with what you’ve chosen, David." I turned and walked toward the house. Every step felt heavy, as if I were dragging thousands of tons, but I didn't stop. I ignored David's shouts calling my name repeatedly.

My hands were surrounding my belly to protect my baby from this monster. He knelt and stared at my belly, "Hello baby... Stay safe. Your father is not so good as your mother is saying." "Declan..." I shouted as he was crossing the limit. He got up and laughed malevolently. He put on his hoodie and whispered in my ear, " So much trust in your husband, right?" "Go and just ask him, does he know your father?" He smirked viciously making me shocked. He just mentioned my father. But what is the relationship between my father with Austin?

Brandi “Sweetie,” Dad calls. I open my mouth, and he feeds me a bite of mango as I rest my head on his shoulder. It’s been a month since we reunited in the hospital, and he’s been living with us—I’ve never been happier. Waking up to him daily, hugging him—it’s a dream I never thought I’d live again. But it’s real. He’s here. He’ll walk me down the aisle, meet his grandkids, share every milestone, and hear about the tough times. Telling him about Colin’s abuse was brutal, but it lifted a weight—he blamed himself, wished he’d done more, but I convinced him Colin and Theo were the culprits. Speaking of Theo, his trial’s months away. I can’t wait for Dad to get justice. Dad revealed Theo was his

I knew it because I faked smiles a lot myself. “Austin. He is Nicholas's stepbrother but it seems Nicholas hates him…” I muttered. “I have a theory about them anyway. Is Austin an illegitimate child by any means?” “Correct!” Vivian replied. “After Nicholas’s mother died, his father had a thing with his secretary and that brought Austin to life. Boss's father could have married the secretary but he didn't do that to preserve Nicholas’s position as the heir.” “Oh!” I exclaimed. “This thing about rich men and their secretaries is alarming!”

"...we do not tolerate third-party interference. Tell Floyd Corp that their bailout is no longer required. Dismiss them." My heart stopped for a full second. Floyd? Jake? This man... this company... they had just kicked Jake Floyd off the chessboard with a single move. My father looked like he was having a religious experience. The color was returning to his face, a wild, desperate hope flaring in his eyes. He looked at Vincent as if he were a god. "So... I don't have to... my daughter doesn't have to..." My father glanced at me for a split second before looking back at Vincent.

“I just need to know you’re not some horrible man and father who doesn’t feel guilty about sleeping with his future daughter-in-law.” Something shifted in Victor’s expression then, not anger exactly, but something I can't myself around. “I would never intentionally hurt my son,” he said quietly. “No matter what our relationship looks like from the outside, Ryan is still my son.” “Then why are we doing this?” I asked softly. Victor’s gaze stayed locked on mine. “Because the second I met you, I wanted you,” he admitted without hesitation, his voice low and steady. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to walk away from it because I knew exactly who you were supposed to become to this family.”