Belles Dads Name Novels & Stories

I don’t know who the fuck I am at this point. Apparently, I have sixty different names, and I want to scream. And now Bert is telling me he’s my father, and I’m even more confused. “You’re lying. Her dad’s King Evan.” Gunner accuses, and that brings on a whole new world of confusion. Bert shakes his head, “He’s not. I am. How else do you think this lasted so long. Belle trusted us, because we are her family.” He says, pointing between him, Cora and Rick.

his father said, picking up a file. “Jessica Belles, age 22. The first daughter of Leon Harrison, from his first wife who passed away years ago. Very few people know she’s Leon’s daughter, which is part of the reason she changed her surname to her mother’s maiden name. She’s a D-list actress and a part-time model. She has a clean and decent record.” He smiled before looking at William. “I think she’s the one for you.” William’s mother nodded in agreement. William sighed deeply. There was no way he could win this argument.

My husband declared. "Yeah, I know Cole's secrets, he confided to me, I know it would not be easy to be a father, and I wished I could help Clark understand that he needed to bend some rules." Grandpa Henry said. "Why didn't you call me Belle?" My husband asked. "I don't want you to be angrier with dad, Ashton, you already turned your back on him as his son, and I don't think it would help. Lennon was there, and I was thankful he was stronger than them." Belle replied.

I barely entered the hall room and got to see his pissed off face. " Bella, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men ,naked in the clubhouse?" Yeah that's how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world's eyes my dad is respected chairman Austin Diór , a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.

I replied as an excuse even though the company wasn’t really after the Bellevera. My mom has sold Brent’s shares as a stockholder for a long time, so I also don’t know the real reason other than I’m just a front show. Mister Bellevera—Ezekiel’s father—could no longer accept that his son had no hope of believing to become a one-woman man, because I, too, could not teach his son. Bellevera is a playboy or womanizer and it seems that no sensible woman or even a crazy woman can prove that he’s going to change or can marry him. Yes, he has all the money, but no woman will accept that.

But afcourse as always you don't get what you want or asked for! "Hey dad, how are you doing? I was just having a moment with my "mother"......so what's up with Stella, is she still your PA?" He asks Conor and he raises an eyebrow and a short flare of darkness crosses his eyes but is gone the next second......weird!!

“But it’s the truth, he is a Greek god and you are the Greek goddess cause you are his female look alike” Milana smiled, Belle was right, her father was very handsome. “I’m sorry that your real mother died and you did not get to know her” Belle changed the mood again. Milana became sad “Yes, but I went to her grave before we came here” Belle sighed “I’m sorry” “For what?” “For brightening your mood and also spoiling it” “No Belle, I’m already in a terrible mood and I have a lot to deal with” “Just focus on the bright side, you still have a parent and you should focus on bonding with him. You are the daughter of a billionaire, a conglomerate” Belle said happily.

I hissed at her and got up. “I think you should consider Belle’s words. If Helen can perpetuate a high-level scam in the company, she can stage her kidnap.” Dad said with a smug smile. “I always knew that girl wasn’t right for you. If you had listened to my words before now, you would have gotten rid of her a long time ago and have so much peace with Belle here.” I didn’t understand my dad’s obsession with Isabelle. He seemed so fond of her and I wanted to know why he preferred her to Helen. They were both sisters from the same family and it shouldn’t matter to him who I was married to.

I gritted, my hand turning into a fist on my lap. My dad cleared his throat but my eyes didn't wander from his expressionless face, every emotion hidden behind his handsome poker face...like what the fuck...I did not just say he was attractive!?? "Sean is a doctor that was transferred here for an operation for two months. He wanted to live in a hotel but I insisted he lives here with us, which is more homely till he's done with his work" My dad clarified. "Where is he from?" I asked again, my eyes never for leaving his face as my eyes trailed his sharp jawline...where I was, thinking mine were sharp, he's were ten times sharper and more attrac__hell no! I did not just think that!

It was a beautiful day. “Maria!” My father called out to my wife, his arms spread wide. “Uncle!” Maria called out rushing over to him. My father frowned, “Silly, call me father, you…you my child, you get to call me Dad, or father, any of your choice.” He muffled, cupping her cheeks with a very happy smile. “Dad.” “Good, my child.” He cheered, pulling her into a tight hug, “Congratulations.” “Yo, sister in law!” My very normal screamed out joyfully.