Cinderella's Father Novels & Stories

It's not like we are in the medieval days mother, this is the 21st century and I can take care of myself and my child even without the father. "Don't force me to raise my hand to you Lia." Janet warned, her eyes like little balls of fire. "Who is the father of your child?" "I am." Fernando answered, walking into the room and Lia's eyes grew wide. She shook her head and slid off the bed, swaying a little on her feet. Fernando reached a hand to steady her but she pulled away, making him frown. "Are you still going to keep this charade up and for how long?" he thundered and Lia glared at him, Janet fading into the background.

He was getting pretty good at crawling and getting around. I made a gigantic Christmas dinner, and froze meals for me and put some meals aside to send with my father. He told me next time he’s home he will only be visiting for a day or two since him and his new lady friend were going away for a little vacation, I felt a bit bad I was taking so much of his time lately I forgot all about him meeting that lady. “What’s she like dad?” He went on to tell me all about her, I seen his eyes light up as he talked about her, she was a family law paralegal she had 2 sons and she was also a widow, just her a lot more recent then my father.

My stepmother Grace didn’t give birth for my father, but she already had a daughter about my age from her last marriage. Liana. She was everything I was not. Strong, beautiful, hot, sexy, confident. Name it. Typical Cinderella bullshit, I became the cast away maid. Not like I wasn’t before then but it just became more obvious Nobody really cared about my well being not until Caius came along and showed me the tiniest form of kindness and affection. Which I now see that I mistook for love. My father saw it as an opportunity to get rid of me by marrying me off to him even though he wasn’t my fated mate, with a promise of half his lands if he agreed.

Chapter 36 “I doubt this, the kids look so much like you. Why don’t we perform a DNA test” Elizabeth said and Brandon shot her a deadly glare. “They are not my kids. Besides I know who the father is, it’s just a coincidence we look alike and just like you said Cinderella looks so much like my mom too” Brandon said “All this is too real to be a coincidence. Well, that’s for that besides I don’t like her” Elizabeth said and rolled her eyes.

*Knock Knock* I lifted my head up and heard Gretchen on the other side of the door "Excuse me, your highness, but his majesty the King is here to speak with you." "I'll be right there, Gretchen." I hurried out of my bath and quickly dried off before entering my bedroom again to find my father looking at the suit I was to wear. My father was rather tall and well built and it certainly worked in his favor; men looked at him and saw a strong leader, women looked at him and saw how handsome he was, and children who saw him thought he was a giant monster. I found the children's reactions to be my favorite. "Father,"

I wasn't going to wait for him to come to me, I would go to him. When I was standing in front of him, I realised that he was not as tall as he seemed from afar. He was a few inches taller than me though, so I couldn't hold much against him. Then, he spoke. "Well hello there, Cinderella." He said. I smiled. Despite my choice of outfit, I despised the entire concept of Cinderella. I hated that the only way a girl could ever get what she wanted was by receiving wishes from non-existent fairygodmothers but I especially loathed the fact that the only thing a girl could ever want was a Prince Charming.

“What is on Father’s agenda today?” Eugein shrugged, ambling beside me, his tall lanky frame looking out of place in the garden. “He didn’t say, just looked peeved at the letter.” I stopped. “Another mewling prick sent Father a letter, and he summons me?” The page stopped and looked at me. “Not just you, princess. He summoned all of his daughters.” I ran through the castle corridors, slippers in hand, desperate to get to Father before my sisters. As I raced through the main hallway, slipping and sliding on the freshly cleaned floors, the servants stared, arms full of straw.

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

“You’ve been chosen to marry Nico Ravazzani, his heir. It’s a strong match, Ana. A privilege, truly.” A privilege? I stared at the man who once vowed I’d earn a college degree before ever thinking of marriage. Who told me I could choose who I’d marry. Empty promises. Every single one. “No way. I’m not marrying some stranger across the world. I don’t want a mafia husband. I’m starting school this fall.” My father’s expression turned cold, a mask I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the face of my dad—it was the face of a ‘ndrina leader, someone capable of cruelty without flinching.

My stepmom kept trying to convince me, making a gentle voice like she was talking to a cat on a tree. I immediately turned around and took off into the woods, limping and struggling to gain speed. Lucas chased after me. As I raced through the woods like a main character from a gruesome horror movie, it began to dawn on me that my stepmother would have handed me to the cop regardless of whether or not I signed the papers. My eyes immediately got watery. I was once my father's princess. From out of nowhere, Lucas dived me to the ground. Without hesitation, he raised me up by my waist, pushing my shoulders against a tree, then he started struggling to raise my gown up.