Cinderella's Father Novels & Stories

"Enough! How much longer are you going to keep up the act? You make me sick! Get lost!" Dad stood helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes. Mom walked over to take his arm and nodded at me. "Okay, we'll leave. Sorry for troubling you, Yvonne. I know the cake and the gift are too shabby; they're not good enough for you. We won't come to your school again. Please don't be mad, okay? Mom will send you money. Is $10,000 enough? It's all I have…" Mom lowered her head and quietly wiped away her tears.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

After everything that had happened with his sister, he certainly didn’t owe any kindness to me, and yet here he was. “And this here,” he said at one point, gesturing to me, “is one of our great heroes! I told my father that he ought to be awarded for the effort he showed during the war!” “Oh, please,” I said, brushing his slurred comment off. But I couldn’t help but wonder if he was telling the truth. And if he was, what had his father said when he went to him and asked? But before I could press him on it, a group of noble daughters descended on him. They were all polished grins, fluttering silks, and perfumed skin. And I knew he was lost to me then.

I can't get rid of my father's handsome face from my memory and I will never forget his words. One day we had a play at school. I'm dressed as a princess. As I sat on the couch, he approached me. His eyes revealed the sadness he felt that day. Our conversation that day indicated that my father was jealous of the boys around me and is not ready to see me growing up. "You're having so much fun today, Veronne. It's like you can't get the smile off your lips." "Hmm. Of course, daddy. I will play the role of princess in our play. And I'm waiting for my prince charming so I'm happy."

She ignored his remark and forced him inside. Calvin had no idea how it happened but he found himself in a posh suit getting ready for his birthday ball. He had many plans for escape that all failed. He straightened his cuffs as he looked at his reflection. He was drop dead gorgeous but he was uninterested in everything. "My son", Christine smiled while adjusting his collar, "you look handsome. Just like your father". "He's lucky that he's in Brazil". Calvin mumbled. "Son" she paused. "Your father is in London".