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I watched him explore, his curiosity unbridled as he navigated between the towering shelves, his small hands brushing over leather-bound spines. "Mom, Dad, look!" His voice, tinged with excitement, pulled both Jason and me closer. In his hands, he cradled an ancient tome, its cover etched with symbols that whispered tales of forgotten eras. Its pages, yellowed by time, hummed with cryptic runes and prophecies that seemed to dance before our eyes, their meanings shrouded in mystery. "Where did you find this?" Jason asked, kneeling beside our son, his blue eyes reflecting the same intrigue that sparked in Eden's green gaze.

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

Esther asked, "What happened? How did he end up in a car accident?" "We were on our way to the office when a cat ran into the road. Jon was trying to protect me and ended up suffering worse injuries." The moment he heard that, William grabbed me by the collar and roared, "What did you say? How could you let Jon get hurt protecting you?" I looked at him, expressionless. "Jon is my son. Isn't it normal for a son to protect his father?" "Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—"

Jett's neck nearly broke as it sharply snapped to the other male. "Repeat that!?" He demanded in a rather loud tone that caught Anthony off guard. "He's the Alpha's son," Anthony reiterated. "XAVIER HAS A SON?!" Anthony flinched at the boisterous voice and astonished expression. "Yes, why so shocked?"

"I couldn't stay in Amsterdam forever, Damien. Besides, your son was excited to meet you. Come say hello, Caleb. Go to your father." Father. Son. A boy of eight appears from practically out of nowhere, looking at the three of them shyly. His hair is raven black and his eyes show how much of a Keller he really is. He's the spitting image of Damien, no one can deny that. He glances sideways at Damien, who's looking at his son as if he were an apparition. He glances at Theo, and she's watching him with round eyes. First Jasper, now Kathy? If the situation weren't grim, he'd laugh heartily. He really fucking would.

I have to get answers and this may be the only opportunity I'd get in a long time. My hands stop at a particular book. This one doesn't belong to his father, it belongs to Denver. I know Liam, he'd never have his brother's book even by mistake. It's a book about the laws of business, when I turn the first page, I let out a loud ah-choo! The book is covered in dust, meaning it's been around for a long time. There's a handwriting in cursive at the top right corner. It says, "To my son, Denver, who's excellent in mind and character..."

He didn’t turn to look at me, but he replied. “You are quite predictable,” he calmly said. Predictable, me? We would come back to this by the time I have successfully escaped from your grasp. I nodded, and pushed further “so where are you taking me to?” I asked. He flipped through the pages of the book he was reading “Italy” Hmmm, Italy. Nice. It’s close to home. I moved further “so…what is your son like?” This time, he turned to look at me, as he shut his book close. I guess he was already frustrated?

The boy the ran back inside with a book, it seemed to be his favourite book, it was my picture on it. The book was titled, "tales of the Glowing Angel and Jeager," I could never be more proud. "My son looks up to you," Darius said. "How old is he?" I asked. "He is just five," he said. "What about his mother?" I asked. "She died during childbirth, her name was Merida," he answered. Merida! Well that name sure takes me back.

Once done with the call, he stared at the door his son just stormed through, and muttered, "He's turned into a cold-blooded devil. Oh moon goddess, how do I handle him?" THE END PS. It's the end of Book 2- in the bully series. Vivian's story shall be continued in the third and last book in the series, which is named— Tortured by the bully. Stay tuned^-^

He had spent years not knowing anything about his father, and now, all at once, he was being handed a story that painted him as a traitor. But was that really the full truth? Was his father really a bad person? Giovanni had never spoken about his son. When asked about this earlier today, Mr. Ramirez had only said that his father and Giovanni didn’t get along. But was it just bad blood, or was there more to it? There was only one way to find out. Josh needed to meet his father. Maybe then, he could get some truth. Josh went to bed thinking about that. The next day, when Josh got up from bed, he thought of ways he could visit his dad in prison. For now he didn't know what prison his dad was in