Charles Leclerc Father Novels & Stories

His thumb brushed against the edge where his father’s name was printed. Leonardo Moretti Memories came rushing back. For years, he’d tried not to open it. He started to remember all the things Charles had taken from him. His father had been a visionary man with hands always stained with ink and ideas too big for their workshop. He had created a new eco-friendly construction system that could cut costs and reduce environmental damage by half. It was the kind of invention that could have changed their family’s life forever. Then Charles came in as an angel willing to help take his idea to the next level. He promised him a partnership and expansion. But he had a secret agenda instead.

“She really takes after her father.” Charlene shot him an icy glare. Charles knew she hated to hear it from anyone. Although she was aware the child barely took after her, if she was male she would have said she was a young replica of her father. The resemblance was way too much and sometimes, Charlene was jealous. “Don't ever repeat that. I have to go now, bye-bye.” “Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

"Just like you, Vivienne knew very little about your father because her mother wouldn't say much about their relationship. So, we decided to investigate further." "Your father, Hector Laurent, was not just a regular man. His father, Xavier Laurent, owns a prominent fashion line, one of the biggest in London. Interestingly, Xavier and Celine's father, Guillaume Bellerose, were close friends who decided to form a business partnership between their companies through the arranged marriage of their children."

“Don’t call me again, Charles.” “Wait! Don’t hang up. It’s about my family.” I paused, lips pressed tight. “And so?” Charles sighed like I was the one being difficult “My father is furious, Grace. The video reached him. And now he wants to teach you a lesson.” I stiffened. “You know what kind of man my father is,” Charles added quickly. “He’s not someone you want to provoke. He’s dangerous.” He was right. I did know.

Flip's death in Switzerland. Not both of their fathers, only Charles father. TBC.

He yelled back his voice tight with anger. Xavier’s expression hardened, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something colder. “Ah, yes. The illegitimate son of a showgirl. How could I forget my position,Sir Charles.” He drawled his name with mock respect. Charles froze as he knew his father hated it whenever this topic was brought up. His pulse quickened, a surge of anger flooding his system as he whipped around to face their father. “You…you think this is about your mother?” He stuttered. “This is about the company, about what’s best for it. Not some…some… circus sideshow.”

Charlie asked with a smile, "Julien, do you hold any grudge against me because I cured your father?" Julien—like a cat that had its tail stepped on—quickly blurted out, "No! No. I'm very grateful. I don't hold a grudge against you." Charlie asked curiously, "By the way, now that your father has recovered, has he handed over the position of family head to you as agreed?" Feeling utterly frustrated, Julien grumbled in a muffled voice, "No, he didn't, but he did clarify my position as the first heir."

"the greedy ones deserve to die" Alex muttered as he stared at the body on the floor. Lawyer Charles, a married man with kids in his late forties was his father best friend. They had known each other since childhood. Attended the same high school and college. When his father made money, he made lawyer Charles his personal lawyer. He was also his benefactor for his wealth. But However, Mr Charles had one fault: he was in love with Lillian, Alex mother. He fell in love with her from the day Alex's dad introduced her to him.

Scarlet, in his eyes, was nothing more than a shadow—insignificant and irrelevant. At that moment, Charles remained expressionless as he sat down in his chair. Kyle despised his father’s habit of staying silent like a mute, never revealing what he was truly thinking. Frustrated, he crumpled the medical report in his hand and threw it straight at Charles. "Take a look at this," he said through gritted teeth. "Years ago, Mom divorced you because she found out you were cheating on her with this shameless woman—Scarlet. And not only that, but you also had a son with her, didn’t you?"

I almost thought that she died because she was nowhere to be found. "What's your name? It's embarrassing that I don't even know your name." I asked in an embarrassing tone and found my son shaking his head with a sweet smile on his face. "It's alright, dad! I know you and mama never really had any contact when she left. My name is Charlie Morin." My heart ached as I heard him calling himself a Morin instead of a Leblanc.