Bambi's Father's Name Novels & Stories

He held a digital tablet against his chest, looking at me with a mixture of relief and nervousness. "Miss Beaumont," the young man said, stepping forward and offering a hand. "I’m Julian Vance. I was your father’s junior legal counsel. It is an absolute honor to finally meet you in person." I took his hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Nice to meet you, Julian. I didn't know my father had someone so young on his legal team."

There has to be another reason. Think Mike. Think. I, once again, begin to pace back and forth. My father can’t live forever. At some point, he has to hand over the title, but if it isn’t to me, then who? How does Bambi….. No. Damn it. My father is hoping that I can get Bambi pregnant, and then, when my father is forced to hand over the title, he would hand it over to my son. SHIT!

“Miriam is claiming she’s pregnant and insists on proving her case. She’s demanding you proceed with the paternity DNA test immediately.” “I’ve already agreed to it,” I replied, my tone sharp. “Have the test conducted as soon as possible. Let me know the results.” “Understood, sir,” the officer replied. I hung up and turned back to Sophia, who was watching me intently. “Is everything okay?” she asked. “As okay as it can be,” I said, forcing a small smile. “The DNA test will settle this once and for all.” Two days later, I received the results. Miriam was indeed pregnant but I wasn’t the father. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by anger. She had tried to destroy my reputatio

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

“Based on the genetic profile, the boy has strong genetic markers from Eastern Europe. Russia, to be precise.” Russian ancestry. A Bratva tattoo. It all made sense. The rest of the truth wasn’t hard to uncover. Dante’s real father was a Russian mobster. His mother, and Dante himself, had been part of a long-con, a trap designed to place a sleeper agent at the head of the Moretti family. Faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante crumpled to the floor, all the fight gone out of him, and grabbed at Vincent’s legs. “Father, please, for the sake of the years we had… don’t throw me out! I’ll change, I swear I’ll change!”

At our son's first birthday banquet, my husband, Luis Danforth, stood up in front of everyone and announced he was bringing another child into the family. Then his first love, Cathlene Richards, walked up cradling Luis's "illegitimate son." "Luis, thank you for giving our child a home." The room erupted into murmurs. My in-laws just nodded, looking relieved. The whole world took their side, calling me, the wife, cruel and small-minded. Luis crossed the room and threw a paternity test in my face. "Layla, sign it. Let him take his rightful place in the family. It doesn't matter how much you cause a scene. This is ironclad proof." I looked at the report, at the line confirming a "biologi

Hm, he would need to have a serious talk with Bia later. The young Bimantara decided to sit down on one of the waiting chairs available in the hospital lobby. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he called his father. To ask, of course. Wandering around the entire building looking for the nanny and his son would be a waste of energy. The line rang until a greeting picked up from the other end. "Hello, Dad—" "What is it? You can't find Bia, can you?" His father's barrage of questions cut him off before he could finish. The senior Bimantara had probably guessed the reason for his call.

He smiled at me over the bear's head. “Come here, sweetie. I want you to meet Maverick. He’s the big boss of this bear family.” I shyly crept over with my hand out. The bear looked at my father who nodded and slowly approached me. My father came over to take my hand. He guided my hand over Maverick’s shoulder and down his leg. I looked up at him curiously. “Do the others have names, too, Daddy?,” I asked eagerly. He grinned. "Yes.” He pointed to a cub. "That one is named Mina.” He pointed to the other. “That one is Carson. And the mama bear is who you were named for. That’s Natasha.”

My father declared, and there was silence. The chiefs were in shock. I could read disbelief on all their faces. "How do you know that Bamali has these things in his house?" Chief warrior humbly asked. "My future daughter-in-law went to his house to make some enquires about the interruption of our development plan, as her office requires her to, and told my son he served her chilled Zobo." My father explained.

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”