Blaise Taylor Parents Novels & Stories

TAYLOR MACKENZIE The days of my life had turned into a cold nightmare, I could still remember the crash, the ruin, everything. The day I lost my father to a terrible accident. My name is Taylor Mackenzie, the daughter to the richest man in Italy, and the strongest mafia leader, Abraham Mackenzie. My grandfather was a wealthy man and controlled a great empire. My father took after him and also developed an empire so great. I grew out of wealth and had a beautiful family. However, everything started breaking apart when a woman showed up with a young boy just my age then. She claimed she had an affair with my father and the boy was the result of it. Father didn't deny it so he wanted to pay the

Maggie apologized profusely as she bowed her head Nate nodded and motioned for her to leave. Taylor’s parents were old friends of his parents. Countless times, Mrs Wyatt, Taylor’s mother had tried to play the role of matchmaker ever since they were in high school. She would ensure they spent the weekend together and during the holidays, she would arrange for a splendid trip to an island for the both of them. “Answer me!” Taylor yelled furiously. She was clad in a black wrap dress that accentuated her curves, her beautiful platinum hair cascaded down to her waist.

It's just that there are times when I want to ask the two of them if they have any plans of leveling up. "Well, she says she's not, but her father is," I replied. Taylor indeed comes from a wealthy family, but she doesn't really act on it. She would even say her money's not her money, it's her father's. Sean hasn't really talked about his family much. I know though that his father's a doctor. Maybe he's not from a really rich household, but I think he's kind of well-off. "Is that a big deal?" I asked because he suddenly became quiet.

“It was the first wine that ever touched my lips. Xu and I broke into his cellar one day when we were on holiday in France. I guess I liked even then as a child.” “Which part of France was that?” “Bordeaux” Taylor responded, as happy childhood memories came back to him. Things were simpler back then. “No way, we had a little house on the east side” “Had?” “Yes, had. Daddy sold it when he got a bigger house in Nice. A beach house was a better statement of power he reasoned.” She said with a hint of sadness as she rolled her eye. The two went on to talking about their respective childhoods. Alicia being an only child, came off as spoiled and also burdened by a Fathers ambitions and restriction

"Because he terrifies me. That man has changed in a way that is distant from the Taylor I once knew." "Miss Leblanc... a man can fall in love in various ways, healthy like Richard and sick like Taylor. You're lucky and unlucky, but you had the decency to choose the one who loves you fairly." "I didn't choose, but I thank my parents who insisted," she murmured thoughtfully. Meanwhile, Taylor and his father, after the meeting, went to a private room where they were talking to Ursula and her father. "It's done, we can just forget about this for a while," Taylor commented, while Ursula anxiously held her father's hand.

~~~~~ Arnold's Mansion ~~~~~ Taylor sighed looking at his twin brother walking away, the truth was they were both twins born to the same parents. Their parents had an estate and a rich business but neither of them wanted to run it, Terry wanted to become a doctor and Taylor was willing to sacrifice his life for Arnold. They both chose their various careers leaving their parents helpless.

My daughter's face filled with more confusion. “Why would I do that?” She inquired, looking at each other over and over again. “Well, I guess that like a lot of children, you wish your parents were together, right? And if that's how you feel...” Taylor snorted interrupting him. “Dad is gay, Jake.” She said, making him gasp. “They’re best friends and they love each other that way. They love each other so much that they wanted to have me. Although apparently, my mom did all the work and that's why I carry her last name and not Dad's.”

His status as a commoner and Darcy being the daughter of a rich man didn't stop ringing in my head. Charity's confidants listed all the facts about Blaze in their report, including that he was raised by a single mother. But that didn't mean he couldn't pay off everyone in court to commute his sentence. The newspaper clippings in the report didn't mention he was poor. "Hi, Heather! I'm glad you called me! How are you?" greeted Taylor when I called. I needed someone to discuss this with. Taylor was the right person. I hoped I didn't pick the wrong person. "Can we meet?"

What he wanted above all else was to be nothing like his father. As his business had grown, not once had his father asked any questions about it. Taylor had no idea whether he had been pleased or disappointed that his only son had bailed on the family firm. When they had been together as a family, no one had spoken of or alluded to it; not even his mother, who came from a wealthy, high-society family in her own right. So long as Taylor pretended to be the dutiful son, maintained the perfect Moore family’s face, attended important family functions, and kept the family name out of the scandal rags, that was good enough for her.

Blaze originally signed on in the hopes of getting Aaron out of there, but now he was invested and wasn't going to back down. Taylor and Mark stayed with her parents until Aaron had been dealt with. So Connor and I had spent a lot of our free time there when we weren't helping Blaze with his campaign. Taylor's mom adores us, whereas her dad still looks at us as if we were corrupting his daughter. He hasn't said anything, though; any time it seemed he might; Taylor's mom would glare at him. It was all somewhat comical, but Connor and I hoped he would get over whatever was up his ass soon. ***