Does Ryder Have Parents Novels & Stories

I fail embarrassingly. Ryder’s dad is on his way out when we get to the door. He is a big, cheerful man with the same easy smile as his son. Years ago, he used to be a hockey legend, one of the league’s most feared defensemen before the Bennett-Monroe scandal that people no longer talk about, the main reason Ryder and Miles don’t see eye to eye. “You must be the girl who got my son glued to his phone all the time,” he says, shaking my hand firmly, then glances at Ryder. “And grooming himself a lot more.”

At the specific quality of a person receiving something much larger than they built toward. “Ryder,” she said softly. He turned to look at her. His eyes were… she’d never seen them like this. Not wet. Not performing emotion. Something rawer than that. The specific, undefended look of a person being moved by something they didn’t have a prepared response to. “He wasn’t alone,” Ryder said. Quiet. Almost to himself. “My father wasn’t alone in this. There were others who saw it and tried and—” he stopped. “I didn’t know. I built the case thinking it was about him. It was always bigger than him.”

His eyes swept around the room. “Yet apparently none of that matters because I haven’t produced a child.” Nobody seemed eager to answer. Ryder leaned back. “I got this position through skill.” His voice was calm and confident. “Not marriage.” Chairman Rocco rubbed his temple from stress. For his image, he didn’t want to argue with his son here. Several members suddenly became fascinated by their documents. Nobody wanted to argue directly with Ryder. Not when he looked like this. Unfortunately one person never learned.

I had to tread carefully with that one because of the Porters and that whole deal in the desert with their asshole son who'd harmed my wife. I'm still not sharing that shit with anyone because it'll put my boys in the shit along with me. Besides, there was no one left as far as I know to give a damn. The parents are in the drain pipes of their million dollar home in Arizona, at least bits of them anyway and the uncle is no more. "Who are these people, where are they?" Oh he is pissed. He was no longer white knuckling the chair arms, now his fists were clenched tightly on his thighs. He didn't ask why or how she came to their attention for which I was grateful.

Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, he locked up me and the twins in the basement and set fire to the house. "Mommy!" The twins' cries amidst the inferno broke my heart. Hence, at the present, I fought back my swelling hatred and lowered my collar, turning in the direction of the study. If I remembered correctly, John Sullivan—Dylan's father—had been drugged as well. The Sullivans always had problems producing heirs, and as the only son, Dylan's place was secure even though he was conceived through IVF. But what if he wasn't John's only child?

Educational Background Ryan attended Westwood High School in Los Angeles, California. He was known for his academic diligence and achieved high grades in subjects like mathematics and economics. Following high school, he enrolled at Harvard University, where he earned a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration. His education played a crucial role in his professional success and his role as CEO of Hayes & Co. 3. Family History (Sensitive Information) Ryan’s family background includes:Father: James Hayes ,( deceased.) James Hayes was a prominent businessman who passed away when Ryan was 16 years old. His father's death had a profound impact on Ryan, shaping his personal and professional li

I think now that Ryder is letting go of the pain he’s carried his whole life, I’m finally seeing the real him peeking through. “You’re also forgetting we have a child to look after; there’s no way he’s letting you keep me here,” I say, raising my brows at him. “You’re right,” he nods. “I can fight off your mates, but not him. He’s a force to be reckoned with.” “He always has been, even before he was born.” Ryder sits up then, pulling me against him. “Will you tell me now? I want to know everything, from the moment you found out you were pregnant, to his birth, first steps, first words. I want to know it all.”

Ryder declared as he sat back in his chair and sipped his whiskey. “Because I’m Chance?” He asked and Ryder laughed as he shook his head. “It’s either a woman or a man. But you’re not like your brother, so it’s a woman. And I’m saying that because I have other sons. I’ve seen this look before.” This brought up a question that Chance hadn’t thought of before. “Did your wife know?” “About you?” Ryder asked with a grin and Chance nodded. “She was there. As Molly phrases it, your dad had a healthy appetite and that’s something that I’ve never really enjoyed.”

Ryder rolled his eyes. “Actually, it's my boss's parent's wedding anniversary… Mr. and Mrs Thomas,” he replied. “Oh… Oh… You both attended it the previous year, isn't it?” I further asked and he nodded curtly. “Let's go, Sage” Ryder tried to walk past me, but I grabbed his arm. “Excuse us, Sage,” I told him without looking away from Ryder's face. “What's it mum?” Ryder fred his arm from my hold.

I pried, wanting to know more about this Alpha. Ryker shook his head. “I never had a close relationship with my father. I didn't like him. I didn't know anything about him except that he killed people and made them sorry. My father was ruthless,” he looked at me. “I'm not like you Roxanne. I didn't have great parents like you.” I squeezed his hand. “Don't say that.” He shrugged. “You don't expect me to paint a picture of a perfect family to you, do you? I mean, they exist but I wasn't lucky enough to have that. All my parents ever gave me was life, I did the rest myself.”