Blue Bloods Sins Of The Father นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said. Blue smiled. "This isn't over yet Ruthless, you shall soon hear from me." "Oh yes, and I know your next step is to run home to tell your mother because you can't clean up the mess you always made," Ruthless said. "At least I have a mother, yours was a whore who didn't have any dignity at all to lay down with someone's mate. Your mother has no shame, no shame at all that's why she opened her legs widely for my father, who knows how many men she had slept with so when they rejected the pregnancy she decided to pin the pregnancy on my father, and when he rejected her she died out of shame," Blue said with total disdain, "When I am King, I shall exile you from this kingdom

“But my father keeps saying nonsense. He said that the child is a Prince and that we from generation to generation have an obligation and duty, to look after and protect him." "That doesn't make sense. Even when my father asked me to meet him, I flatly refused. To me, it was all a lie. My father said he was a special being. Yes, special, because he is my father's son." "Until the day of his death, I had never met the child at all. Yet this obligation was passed down to me and I refused it. However, one day I went there and found the child. A child with red hair and blue eyes. Surprisingly, that child is a girl."

His face darkened as he recalled the memory. Irwin blinked, her heart softening. “I’m sorry, Valen... what happened?” He paused, taking a breath, and then began to share the story. “It wasn’t illness or war. It was betrayal. They were strong leaders of our pack, respected, loved even. But envy runs deep, and those closest to us can sometimes be the ones to bring us down you know. They were challenged for their strength, and the challenge... it wasn’t honorable. My father was cheated, stabbed from behind during the fight. My mother tried to protect him, but they cut her down too.”

The word slammed into me like a memory I didn’t own. The Bone Crown. Eva. Eliara. Kael. Threads that didn’t belong in my world but maybe they did. Maybe they always had. The silence stretched, only broken by Sebastian’s breathing on the other end. Then came a click. The line went dead. I lowered the phone slowly, my hands numb. Because Sebastian had just confirmed something Damian’s notes only whispered at: This wasn’t just politics. Or betrayal. Or shadows in alleys. This was bigger. Older.

The way a man might eye a glass of whiskey he wasn't supposed to touch but couldn't quite ignore. His gaze dipped, slow tracing the shape of my dress like he had every right. It lingered where it shouldn't have—on the curve of my waist, the slope of my hips. Then it came back up, calm, composed. Like he hadn't just undressed me in his mind. My skin prickled. "Sophia," my father said, unaware or pretending to be. "You remember Damian." "Yes Dad how could I forget your best friend?" A smile forced its way out of my lips as I said it.

I could tell by the look on his face, he was infuriated but also proud of how I handled things. After dealing with Adrian and Sienna, I will gladly remove my father from the picture altogether. Because after mom’s accident I did some digging on my own behind his back and found out it was my father who had gotten them killed.I had told Adrian when I found out. I was going to kill my father right away but he stopped me. I hated to admit that but he put some sense in me, told me to play my cards right and I would have my fathers head and the title of Casa Deluca both in my hands.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

His gaze dragged slowly down my body, taking in the simple white silk dress they had forced me into, the way it clung to my curves, the rapid rise and fall of my breasts. “Seraphina Voss,” he said, voice low and smooth, laced with a faint accent that made my stomach tighten. “You’re even more beautiful than the photos.” I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “And you’re exactly as monstrous as the rumors say.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Good. I prefer my wives with fire. It makes breaking them so much more satisfying.” My father flinched. I glared at him. “You’re really doing this? Selling your own daughter to a murderer?”

my stepdad tries to reply calmly “Explained what? That I imagined it? That my Bea imagined it too?” My chest tightened. So we were back to this. I quietly moved closer, stopping just before the living room. “I said it wasn’t what it looked like,” he said again, frustration creeping in. “Oh, so now I’m blind?” my mom laughed bitterly. “Or maybe she is the problem, right? That woman you brought into this house...” “Cristine, stop.” “No, you stop!” she shouted. “You think I didn’t notice the way things have been? The distance? The secrecy?”

A blood that will match perfectly with his, either the blood of his father, or that of his mother". The physician replied. Arthur immediately stretch out his hands, to show him that he was willing to try out for his blood, and even though the physician is sure that the blood of the father wouldn't work, he decided to just try, to fulfill all righteousness. He took his blood, got it tested, saw that it wasn't the sort of blood he was looking for, but because of the way Marinara was looking at him, he knew she needed him to try it first. Blair became even more scared, that she held her bleeding nose, while her tears rolled. When Jayden received the blood of his father, he became worse, he soon