Charles Leclerc Father Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Just by looking into his opponent's eyes, he could get all the information he wanted, just as he was currently doing to Charles. "So that's the reason?" Loui opened his voice again after being silent for a moment. Charles gave a small nod in response. He confirmed what Loui had just asked. He left after tapping Loui's shoulder and whispered, "You just tell everything to your parents and siblings, Loui." he said. "My mouth really refuses to name them." he continued. After Charles's depart, all attention was on Loui. "Quick say. What information did you just get from grandfather, Bro?" demanded Luca.

“Megan, Charles, I understand that this might be difficult for you to take, but think about what you stand to achieve, everything you deserve and more. My request might seem too much for you, but believe me, we need heirs who will be dedicated to preserving our legacy. Charles, you are my only son, my pride and joy; nothing will make me happier than seeing my grandchildren before I die.” “Don’t do that, dad, stop it,” Charles choked out, tears in his eyes. “Don’t manipulate me like that; mom is already doing enough. Do you think I want to have a child right now?” His voice rose. “Do you think I want to be the parent you and mom were to me? No! I don’t want that.” “Charles!” My father-in-law

Leon: " Well this is what my life is.Even if I want or not I have to accept it . I have to wake up everyday being me . " Ariadne: " Yes , but I have a lot of questions in my mind . Can I ask them to you ? You know if I won't ask they will keep on disturbing me . " Leon: " I will tell you something and I am sure it will clear most of your doubts . My maternal grandfather was a big businessman . He started the ' Etoile Group ' . My father worked in his company . He tricked my mother and made her fall in love with him . They got married in court . My parents never got along together . He is a cunning man . I have seen him torturing my mother . He used to hurt her . "

“About 7 years ago.” What no one knew was that Jean Pierre and Charles, Carlos's father, had been great friends since childhood. In fact, the Frenchman knew ‘the boss’ from birth, he was his godfather. One who insisted on being the head chef, even though his godson had been offering him a managerial or administrative position for years, but Jean did not need luxuries, or complicate his life, he was happy doing what he loved … cooking was his life. “He never has been married? I mean … Never fell in love or had children?”

"I swear to God, Freya, I will be your sword and shield. I won't let anyone draw even a single drop of your blood ever again!" he had proclaimed, even when his injuries were far worse than mine. Frank Leclerc kept that promise. Within five years, he had risen to the top and become the Godfather. From that day on, I never bled again until today. He blew gently over my wound as though it would somehow heal faster. "Try to be a little more big-hearted, okay? I don't know if you've noticed, but the way Vivi panics looks exactly like you did back then..."

"My father used to be Head of Research and Development at Vraux." Estella already knew that part. But hearing it spoken aloud felt different. More real. More dangerous. "He worked directly under Charles Noir Deveraux during Mionier." Jonathan exchanged a glance with Devon. Vivianne continued. "After Charles died, my father was removed." "Officially it was restructuring." Her smile turned bitter. "But we all know that's not what happened." Nobody argued. Because everyone understood. When powerful people wanted something hidden, they erased witnesses. Not evidence. Witnesses.

However, in the past two years, Jillian had been keeping an eye on this club. She had noticed that there were a lot of internal conflicts in Dragon Club. However, she was pretty far away from them, so she didn’t know many details. Much to her surprise, it turned out to be quite serious. If not mistaken, she could remember that Charles was one of Gerard’s students. Charles was an orphan. Gerard used to sponsor him to go to school. By accident, he found that he was talented in car racing, so he let him join the Dragon Club.