Belles Dads Name Novels & Stories

Belle broke the hug to answer a phone call then ended it. "Okay, okay we have to stop, Ilayda you look beautiful but we can't stay here forever, all the guests have arrived and my brother is waiting for you " "Oh okay" The moment has come. A few seconds later we heard a knock on the door. Belle opened the door to reveal Mr. Elfonso. "Ilayda sweetheart, you look absolutely breathtaking" "I... Thank you Mr. Elfonso" "Ilayda" I looked at him "would you please start calling me dad?"

Eli nodded, kissed her, drove off like a man who knew the next few hours could decide everything. Damian’s house was quiet when she arrived. The porch light buzzed faintly, a mosquito circling it like it didn’t know any better. She knocked once, then used her key — muscle memory from years of visits. “Dad?” she called, stepping into the hall. “In here,” came his voice, calm, even. He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, drying a glass he didn’t need to dry. He smiled when he saw her — the kind of fatherly smile that had smoothed over countless childhood scrapes. Tonight it looked like a mask.

she breathed and held her breath at her father's response. "So? " her father mocks and smiles at her failure. "His name is Jude." she gulps "Jude Bellingh..a..m" she stutters and makes an internal gibberish prayer. "A Bellingham?!" her father rose in disbelief. His brows scrunched in confusion, his eyes squinted to meet his daughter's. He hurried away from the bed after realizing she was serious. He paced to and fro in the room in deep thought with his right hand caressing his tiny beard.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks, Dad. You're all dressed this early, have an important meeting to attend?" “Absolutely, I have few people to meet today, like I said last night, I'll be leaving early,” he said, trying to fix his tie. Just then, Bella walked in, looking a bit disheveled. She greeted James's dad with a weak smile on her face. "Good morning, Mr. Reed." James's dad smiled warmly at her. "Good morning, darling, sure you had a great night. Please, sit down. I wanted to talk to both of you before I leave."

“I can't get used to him; it is fucking hard.” Realizing that we had just been keeping the others waiting with our little talk, I tried changing the topic. “Tedros had gone in already.” I reminded them. “Aren't we going to do the same? Mom must be waiting.” A frown appeared on Belle's face. “I won't go on if it isn't for Mom. That son of a bitch is annoying.” It felt odd for me to hear kids cursing at their fathers because, growing up, I never did that.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed again, and her heart leapt into her throat as she saw her father’s name on the screen. Belle hesitated for a moment before answering. “Dad,” she said, her voice strained. “Belle, where are you?” Mikhail’s voice was calm but laced with urgency. “Are you safe?” “I’m fine,” Belle replied, her tone cold. “But I think it’s time you told me the truth. All of it.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Belle could almost feel her father weighing his options. Finally, he sighed heavily.

She bows in greeting to my father and smiles. "Belle, right?" He asks her. "Yes, sir", she replies. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady, how have you been?" "I've been good, sir. How about you?" "I'm well, it's just that I am quite amazed that my son is dating his secretary", he pouts. Belle laughs shortly. "Actually, sir. I was never his secretary", Belle confesses and I scoff. She looks at me as I throw her a harsh glare. "Really?" Father shifts his gaze to me.

I looked at Belle, “If you choose not to follow my orders.” “TOUCH HER AND YOU’RE DEAD!” shouted Ben. “I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU JAMES. MARK MY WORDS!” “Does your wife and daughter know you’re doing this?” asked Belle. I waved my hand dismissing her question, “They don’t need to know everything belle.” She shook her head, “I feel so bad for your daughter and wife. They have a horrible man in their life.” I waved my hand at her, dismissing her comment. I turned to open the door and step out to continue our conversation.