Novel & Cerita Covet Me Father By Thegunnen

“Bring Kenny to me. If you do, I’ll ensure the record is wiped clean. I have the leverage now. I can make it so you walk back into your father’s halls not as a failure, not as an exile, but as the favorite son who secured the future of the bloodline.” I stare at him. The words sink in like poison. I think of my father’s heavy oak doors, the smell of the library, the look of disappointment that has defined my life. I could have it all back. The status, the warmth, the legacy. All it would cost is a child who trusts me. “The favorite son,” I whisper. The title tastes like ash. “Precisely,” Corvin smiles. “Think of the power, Aiden. No more hiding in the dirt. No more playing bodyguard to a mot

“You should have told me sooner.” “I was scared.” “I would have protected you.” “You still can.” A Father's Rage Back at the estate, Vincent received the encrypted alert from Luca. Verona had made contact. The daughter was now pregnant. Target confirmed. Vincent slammed his glass against the wall, fury rising like fire in his veins. He thought he had escaped this war. He thought Grace had escaped it, too. But Verona… always one step ahead. Always pulling strings from the shadows. He opened a drawer in his private study and removed a small steel box. Inside was an old photograph, himself, Celeste, Verona, and a baby Grace in Verona’s arms.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

I am pretty sure I shut it. I bolt out of the room, to find Father Aryan in my living room. He was trying to leave. “Father Aryan..” He turned to face me, his filled with desire and guilt. “The door was opened and..” he swallowed. “I wondered where you got that much money. You work with LonelyFans ?” I frowned. “You know LonelyFans , Father Geller. And LonelyFans isn’t known to the public. If you weren’t on it you wouldn’t know LonelyFans...”

Even to the extent of my nipples getting hard against my bra. I prayed he wouldn’t notice. The amused curl of his lips when our eyes met told me he had. “You’re eighteen?” he asked, the words thick with an Italian accent. My chest tightened. These weren’t my father’s usual contacts. No one in his circle spoke with that kind of accent. “Yes, sir,” I replied carefully. He gave a slight nod to my father. “She’ll do.” She’ll do? “For what?” I asked sharply. My father shot me a warning glare, then turned back to Ravazzani. “Excellent. We’ll schedule the wedding for next month.”

My father could adopt him because I totally denied the pregnancy, hand over everything to him, and I would lose! “No!” I growled. Fuming, I threw the vase beside me against the wall at the edge of my bed. I can’t let this happen, but how do I stop Maeve from becoming my stepmother?! I sat on the bed, head bowed in thought, wondering what to do next. For some reason, my eyes wandered to the portrait on the wall; it was a medium portrait with a wooden frame from my fake wedding with Maeve! I can’t believe I still let that hang up there.

"You are the daughter of a Lord and someday you are going to take over from me. And even if you don't get to, I hope you marry a man capable enough for the throne." "If this is what it's about then you don't have to worry much," I said. "I know Frederick well. He's a strong werewolf. You know me, I wouldn't mingle with anyone less strong than I am, especially a man." "That's not what it is," He told me. "Then what is it?" I wanted to know. "He's not even from a reputable background," Father said and I shook my head, disappointed at him.

ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ *CATHY'S POV * My brain wasn't functioning properly as I went deep down in my memories. I remember that day clearly. My mom and dad were there in the hallway while I was running towards them to show her the painting I had made for her. Our main door opened and he was there. A man dressed in black standing with a gun in his hand, which he threw in front of my father. My dad picked it up and shot my mother with that. I don't remember what conversation they had, and I never knew that man would be Mathew Wayne, Father of Alexander.

A Benelli M4 gun. Long. Cold. With dried blood all-over the body like a signature. Yeah, this is his baby. His girlfriend. His favorite thing existing. This pretty thing here wasted the lives of his offenders for him back at Hollows. Back at Odium. "Mayhem," he breathed harshly, picking the gun up eventually. Mayhem is the name he gave it. If something's as pretty as this, then it deserves a pretty name too. He raised Mayhem's nozzle up, pointing it at the wall.

—No different from the time I shot you in the arm. — Then it's bad. — I looked at him sideways and turned to my nails. My father hates this, so he only coughs once, a silent command for me to turn to him. I do this act. — You're going to train again... we're only going to go after Kaanadan with you knowing at least how to hold a weapon. — In what way? — I ask tiringly. — Celeste... I pull back my coat and grab a gun, position it in my hand and aim it at my father's forehead. He stands still, but without fear in his eyes. - Like this?