Belles Dads Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

glared at her before gesturing for his bodyguards to lower their weapons. He then turned back to Hunter. "Think about your father the next time you try something funny." Belle retorted, "His dad's alive and well in the clinic. You don't have to worry about him." The "boss" instantly turned to look at Belle. "How do you know that? Do you know who his father is?" Belle pursed her lips, attempting to veer the conversation away from her slip-up with a deliberate change of topic. "So, are we going in or not?" The "boss" regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and confusion.

Dad looked up from a stack of papers and sighed. I decided to get straight to the point. "So, I ran into someone interesting today." I lifted my eyebrow at my Dad and saw the awareness flood into his eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about. "Who might that be, Bella?" Dad responded, humoring me instead of simply coming clean. "Bryton Duboi." I pursed my lips, "If I look around will I find the other Royal's?" Dad sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair, "I'm afraid you might."

That truth was the opposite of their father’s pristine reputation, who was close to the mayor and held influence in Eastbourne. “What’s your major?” Eve asked, smoothly shifting the subject. “Civil engineering.” Belle shrugged. “My dad insisted on it.” Eve narrowed her eyes. “Oooh, that’s tough, girl. Not everyone survives in that major.” “I know.” Belle chuckled softly. “Come on, I’ll walk you to registration. I just finished mine.” In that short time, Belle felt surprisingly at ease with Eve, who was so outgoing and kind. Belle had always been alone, without friends—nobody dared approach her because of Blackfist.

asked Bella, looking viciously at her. Oriel slowly shook her head in disagreement. "It's hard." Bella sighed knowing that and read it out to her, "It says George Baker, your dad," she lied, looking at the name legible as Bob.

MACE'S P.O.V. “Get your shit together, Belle!” I growled at her, and she looked at me with sad eyes which made me let out a sigh, “... Listen to me Belle, Dad was meant to arrive three days ago, but he didn't. That's why I've been mean to you.” “You didn't need to yell at me, I understand you.” She spoke firmly, and we heard the visiting bells, that's father's call. “He is here already. You know all the rules Belle, do not mess this up.”

"Do you know him?" Belle's voice was cold and short. Gabrielle's eyes were drawn to the fuzzy but recognisable outline of a strong jaw, silver-streaked hair, and the way the mouth tilted that she had known since she was a child. Her throat got constricted. "No..." The word slipped out, weak. "Not him." Belle's eyes narrowed, and the steel in them didn't waver. "Yes, it is. Michael Richards. Your dad. He has been playing ghost all along, hiding in the shadows and tugging the board's strings.

I started. "Whose father?" Brandon questioned. "Your dad, man. The Edgar King. Have you told your babe or rather your wife that your beloved father killed her real parents?" I mean I was never ever going to use this against him, judging from the fact that the same man birthed both of us. But, I was fucking jealous seeing them together, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I had no doubt what I said would make Belle hate my step brother and come back to me. I could feel little jitters of future happiness.

His face scrunched up in worry. "Nightmare?" Alaric asked as he passed her a glass of water. Belle nodded and gulped down the water to calm her over-flooding emotions. "Should I call your dad?" Alaric was unaware of her past and thought it was Apollo who she was missing and calling out to in her dreams. "Apollo is not my father. He is my uncle. My dad, Albeit Smith, is dead." Belle nonchalantly replied. Her words stunned Alaric. He made sure to run a proper investigation into what Belle had said.

Maribel frowns, noticing that he hasn't taken his eyes off the pendant—or perhaps the deep V-neck of her dress. "Hey," she says, a slight blush warming her cheeks. "My eyes are up here, Sterling." Maddox blinks, a low chuckle escaping his throat as his eyes sweep back up to meet hers. "You have beautiful eyes, Belle. Was your father involved with the high-ranking boards in the district?" "Yes, but I was very young when he disappeared," she says softly, leaning back against his chest. "He traveled constantly for international acquisitions, but when he was home, we were incredibly close."

“Dad, you could have found anyone else but her.” I pointed at Belle. My hand shook. “She’s not even our class. She’s a nobody. She has no money. No family.” “I don’t give a damn about her portfolio.” His jaw clenched. “Tania, she makes me happy. Do you not care about that?” “She’s an opportunist who’s only pretending to date you for money. She’s worthless to you.” “You’ll show her some respect. I won’t allow you to disregard her.” I turned to Belle. My nails dug into my palms. “Belle, I swear I’ll destroy you. You’re not the first woman my dad has dated. I’ll ruin you the same way I destroyed every other woman who ever tried to come close to my dad.”