Bianca D'alessio Father Novels & Stories

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping. Cassio and Luca King. Mafia. Their father, Benito King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them. “Your mother is dead, Branka,” Cassio explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.

Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, he locked up me and the twins in the basement and set fire to the house. "Mommy!" The twins' cries amidst the inferno broke my heart. Hence, at the present, I fought back my swelling hatred and lowered my collar, turning in the direction of the study. If I remembered correctly, John Sullivan—Dylan's father—had been drugged as well. The Sullivans always had problems producing heirs, and as the only son, Dylan's place was secure even though he was conceived through IVF. But what if he wasn't John's only child?

smiling I said while looking up at the sky. “Please guide me and give me the strength to live.” I said. “I really love you, Grandma and Grandpa.” I whispered softly. I still remember when we were still together we were still very happy. I am happy even though Grandpa, Grandma, and Yanyan are the only ones in my family. Because my mother was no longer accepted by Grandpa and Grandma. So when they found out that my Mother was pregnant with me, they planned to take me and my mother did not hesitate to give me to Grandpa and Grandma. But even so, I still accepted Mother because she gave birth to me in this world. And dad I have never seen. Even in the picture I don't see him. And Grandpa and Gra

“Trouble in paradise? Let me guess, you need advice from the lowly cousin who is not a Kensington?” I shot him a look, tugging at my already-loosened tie. Jace was my mom’s youngest sister’s son, born out of wedlock. My grandfather tried to buy off his dad, but the guy refused, insisting on being part of Jace’s life. Jace grew up with his father, and went through school funded by our family, but ditched the Kensington name as soon as he turned twenty-one. He wanted nothing to do with the power, the fame, or the money. Instead, he opened this bar and built his own life.

The cab driver nodded in agreement with him, the information was surprising, so he continued: "Miss Carla, officially her name is Carla Davison, not Davis, since she is the daughter of an English businessman, specifically the recently deceased Fred Davison, founder of Davison & Associates. "Carla Davison inherited a percentage of her father's shares, of course, but she wasn't the sole heir. The board of directors also owns a part, but it's minimal, only 10%, while Mr. Maximiliano Bastidas inherited the rest of all the percentages. He's now the owner of the company." Daniel's eyebrows almost touch the edge of his hair. «Well, well,» he joked to himself. "Mr. Bastidas worked for Mr. Fred years

Was I seeing correctly, or was there something going on here? “Don Alessandro, good to have you here,” my father said, seeming to recognize him and smiling, but the man didn’t return the smile. This man was Don Alessandro, my father's arch-nemesis, the biggest mafia boss? “I will take over from here,” he said to Maya, who nodded and replied, “Okay, Dad.” Dad?? How could this man be her dad? He didn’t even look old enough to be anyone’s father, so how was he Maya’s dad and also Don Alessandro? I stood in place, trying to figure out if I was dreaming, as he stared at me and said,