Central Cee Father Novels & Stories

Craige who seemed to be livid as he looked at the man in front of their table. According to the source and to the guests who were near to them, Mr. Craige called the man "Father" and even cursed the man which shocked everyone. The CEO was known to be kind and helpful and everyone didn't expect him to curse. An audio clip is attached below where Chief Executive Officer Caleb Craige could be heard. On the audio file, Mr. Craige could be heard telling someone how his early life was; the known successful CEO's family was far from being glamorous as what he has right now.

"I'm going to make you pay for this. Do you know who I am? My father is the CEO of the MM group..." Jared arched a brow, knowing this guy just digged his own grave. He has shares in literally every prominent and working group in the country. He can make anyone go bankrupt with just one phonecall. "Oh... That's your father? Thanks for telling me." Jared raised his hand, four bodyguards and his assistant came running to him.

Eaton was shocked and scared as he looked at Leon. "Hey! I'm warning you. My father is the Central Boss. If you dare to take away my power or harm me, my father and my family will never let you go!" Eaton reprimanded and tried to threaten Leon. "Central Boss? So what? Mr. Micah, is it? I don't mind telling you now. I'm preparing to meet with the Central Boss later. Let's see who's the one not letting who go!" Leon snorted and was not scared.

She hurriedly intervened and dragged the kids somewhere else to get them away from him. James clenched his fists tightly. "When did Celeste withdraw? I'm her father. I have the right to know."

It goes straight to voicemail. I still haven't fully been able to wrap my head around everything Aaron told me. Learning that we no longer shared the same father, and we apparently never did, to begin with, felt like a missile launched in the middle of the desert, unexpected and unpredictable. And as if that wasn't enough, his biological father was none other than Raicán O'Sullivan, the former head of the Irish mafia who wanted Aaron to take his place, and what's worse is that my brother was actually considering joining the Irish mafia as their new leader.

“Yes, but let me tell you something: raising a child on your own is not easy. No money can replace a father’s love.” “Well, I'm marrying Jerry. He knows about the pregnancy; he’ll be the father figure.” Jerry was her driver at the White House. He showed up tonight here, and it was so crazy as he came up to me in private and introduced himself as Cece's son, my supposed sister. He told me he knew about me long back; his uncle Christian told him, and I couldn't argue with that, as he so much resembled Christian.

The other caved inwards with a CRACK, and swung open feebly. The three of them walked unimpeded into Central Command, where Father sat behind his obsidian desk in the middle. Seated in front of him was Callie, version 2.3, who jumped out of her chair and spun in their direction. A frown was etched on his face, while utter surprise was etched on hers. “Callie, so good to see you,” said Freya. “And you must be the ever-elusive Father, huh?”

His father remained the current chairman, known for conservative but strategic expansion. The foundation of the company was stable. Disciplined. And deeply entrenched in global markets. Kazuki accepted Jaycee's handshake politely. "You flatter me," he replied in smooth, lightly accented English. "I am merely following my father's teachings." His tone carried the understated humility often associated with Sakura business culture. Jaycee laughed heartily. "So humble, Mr. Hoshino." He gestured toward himself. "I am Cedric's father, Jaycee Torres."

The estate was colder than I remembered, with stone walls, tall iron gates and guards who do not smile. I walked through the entrance hall alone as my heels echoed on the marble floor. At the far end, my father stood. Dominic Valen. He did not age, he hardened. “You disappointed us,” he said without greeting. I did not bow. “I stabilized the city for three years.” “And now?” he asked. “It is under pressure.” “From Mason Wells?” he said, almost amused. “Yes.” He walked closer. “You were sent to secure him.” “I did.”

A cold amused laugh that instantly made my stomach twist. “My downfall?” he repeated mockingly. “You people seriously walked into my house believing you could threaten me?” The other guy stepped forward calmly. “It’s already over, Victor.” My Father pass him a strange look, “And who is this pest?” he asked an amused look on his face. “The pest, is Creigh Laurent.” he said with a dark flammable eyes. “The same man you destroy his family empire.” I gasped in shock. Because my father didn’t deny it. Victor’s expression barely changed.