Austin Theory Father Novels & Stories

After all, Doctor Walton must have told her father that she was never pregnant. “Sir, I love your daughter. I won't stand here and watch you telling her to lie for you. If you can't seal a business deal without selling your daughter to a man she doesn't love, forgive me but I must say this, you're not supposed to be called a father. And you…aren't you ashamed? As if breaking her heart isn't enough, you're also patronizing the weak. I don't know what you want from her, but I'll chase you to the end of the world if you don't leave my woman alone.” His eyes were as cold as ice immediately, staring at Austin like he was going to slit his throat if he ever uttered a word. Nonetheless, Austin's bo

Austin's body trembled as his eyes widened in shock. Committing patricide was way more than he had expected for Vincent to be labeled as peculiar. Austin never ever thought about killing his own father even back when he hated Walter the most. He had only decided to never see each other again for the rest of their lives. "What are you talking about, Mr. Lockwood?" asked Austin with a stern expression. He didn't really care much about how Vincent became known as a genius, but he felt that he really needed to know why Vincent would kill his own father.

He asked for Austin to nod. “ immediately he took his wife and daughter for vacation out of the country leaving himself alone. Two days after his kidnap, he went to your father to talk about Tyler night cut off ties. But your father didn’t believe as it’s a very long relationship but unfortunately it happened.” Austin said for Aaron to remember his father in anger and frustration inside his study .

After Mr Sishi had left, Austin smiled faintly at his mother and said, “Let me run, Mom. I am going to the hospital to spend more time with Dad. I have a feeling that the storm is not over yet.” He was wondering when the authorities would release the statement clearing his father's name, as he firmly believed his father was a law-abiding citizen and not involved in tax evasion or money laundering. His mother ruffled his hair and replied, “Don’t worry, Son. This pain will pass, and we will rebuild. I don’t have any doubt in my heart that your father is innocent. He is not part of organized crime.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

I lifted my glass, taking a small sip of water, my expression unreadable. "It has crossed my mind. After all, you are his father. You are supposed to protect him, support him... not take the things he discards." He laughed, a low, rough sound. "Protect him? Support him? Adrian is a disappointment. A weak, sentimental boy who thinks love is the most important thing in the world. He thinks money grows on trees, that power is given, not taken. He loves that girl, Elara... and she loves his name and his money. She doesn't love him. Just like you didn't love him either."

He was asleep, finally, his breathing deep and even, his arm a warm, possessive weight across my waist. I shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here. Every fiber of my being screamed it, a frantic, guilty whisper in the quiet of the morning. He was Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The man who had watched me grow up, who had always treated me like a kid, a responsibility. And now... now he was just Gabriel. My Gabriel.

“I shouldn't be surprised you're the same man who tossed me aside when I was no longer important to you. Guess what? I won't let you do that to Samantha.” “You say you're protecting her by saying that I'm the evil that shouldn't be brought into her life but have you thought about what you're doing?” Andre's cold tone went down my spine. “You're consciously depriving her of a father figure? How do you think that will play out in the future when she grows up and finds out what you did?” His words hit a nerve. I hike my bag up my shoulder. “Forget about this, I shouldn't have come here.”

There I was, coming up with crazy schemes to fix things when I still didn’t know what the problem was. Raven would never tell me what was wrong. I knew this. Somewhere along the line, I’d failed as a father. Maybe there was no hope left for us. “What are you doing here?” a familiar voice asked. Dropping my hands from my head, I turned around. Saxton, a leggy brunette on his arm and a tennis racket in his hand, looked me up and down. “You don’t take breaks from work,” he said. I smirked. “I do when they involve taking business meetings.”