Novelas y relatos de Cassie Father

I turned to her and saw her looking at me with a guilt-ridden look on her face; I had never told Megan how I met Jason or what the original source of our problems had been. My father continued to eat his dessert, and silence retook the table once again. After everyone was done, my father stood up. We all looked at him, reading to hear what he had to say. “I am proud of you, Cassie. Fred and Danny were evil sons of b----s. I have wanted to take them out for years; I just never had the evidence or the courage to look for it. I don’t know how I feel about your mate. As far as I’m concerned, any wolf who could cheat on you –misunderstanding or not—is too stupid to be your mate.”

“That is the reason I stopped by. Cass is home today and won’t be in. He may be home for several days. I’m still not sure, yet.” Worried, Ms. Jones asks, “Is everything all right? Nothing happened to the cute little Casper, did it?” I quickly wave my hands in front of me. “No, nothing happened. He is home spending time with his dad. I didn’t mean to alarm you. He isn’t sick.” Ms. Jones seems even more confused now. “Dad?” I don’t feel the need to elaborate, so I simply reply, “Mark is his father. The handsome gentleman who picked him up yesterday.”

Cassie won't stop calling my baby a bastard. I am not carrying a bastard, Raymond is the father.

Greg just scratched the back of his head and left wondering what was happening that his boss was in a hurry. Marty strode to the living room and saw Christine coaxing Cassie to stop crying. Cassie is throwing tantrums because of her dad’s absence. She had not seen her dad for days since Christine was discharged from the hospital. “Cassie, sweetie, daddy is here.” Marty said as he knelt down before Cassie. “Daddy!” Cassie hugged Marty’s neck, Christine’s heart melted at the sight of Cassie and Marty hugging. She looked away and wiped the tears in her eyes.

Sebastian finally said, “but Cassie’s personal life isn’t for sale. If you’re that curious, hire a private investigator.” The line went dead. Cassie lifted an eyebrow slowly. “So?” she asked. “Can’t date a woman with kids?” Drake ran a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. “It’s not me,” he said quickly. “It’s my parents. They’ll never accept it. And where’s the father? Are the kids with you? What about Doctor Cross? You two looked close at the launch. Is he the father? Are you involved with—” “Enough!” Cassie slammed her palm against the desk.

“You know she's gone, right?” I turn to him and roll my eyes. “Soulmates don't just disappear. She's around here somewhere.” He snorts. “Just shut up. Cassie says she had some nerd as her friend, and she brought her over to help us with the work. As long as we get it done, your dad won't be a jerk anymore.” I groan. “He's gotten worse lately.” “Same with mine. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm being forced to marry some hot chick to save the company.”

my father trailed off, "Wait a damn minute, what are you doing at my front door?" Liam turned his brown, unreadable eyes at me, threw his arm over my shoulder and hurled me into his side, "You're going to have to ask my lovely wife." I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion, but before I could ask him what he was playing at, my father let out a gasp. "Cassie? Tell me this is a dream and you're not actually married to the best hockey player of the twenty first century." Dad said, looking like he was going to pass out any moment from now.

“What, did something happen” “Mom his name is Alexander Hayes, and…” “What’s wrong baby, you don’t like his last name…” “No mom, not that. The thing is, he is a 50 year old billionaire who happens to be… Ethan’s Father” I said slightly closing my eyes as though that gesture would reduce the intensity of the bomb I just dropped.” “What on earth” she said in utter shock. “I know mom, it’s messy…” “It IS very messy Aria, the man is just five years younger than I am and on top of that he is Ethan’s father, what in the world...”

She stroked my hair briefly before leaving. Not long after, there was another knock. Firmer this time. My father walked in. He was still wearing his dress shirt, but the tie was gone. Ever since Vector Holdings took over the firm, Robert Desmond looked more relaxed, even if he was now just a manager in the company he used to own. "Claire, I'm heading out," he stood in the doorway, his gaze searching. "You... you aren't fighting with Gareth, are you?" I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like glass. "No, Dad. I just... need some space. It’s been a long week."

The man pauses and pours some liquor into the cup, picking it up afterward. "I won't have another choice than to give him what he wants though," he finally shrugs and gulps down the content of the cup. Dropping the cup on the table, he tilts his head to his side, revealing his face. It's Robert, Cassie's father. He has an evil smirk playing on his lips...