El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

Then, her breath caught. A pair of ice cold ocean eyes staring back at her. Her whole body stiffened, a sharp sensation running through her as she stared back into his unwavering gaze. The man seated with his arms crossed, evenly narrowed eyes, a scar across his brow half hidden by his thick dark hair, and a presence that screamed power, was none other than Viktor's father, Dante Krüger. He stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't because of the domineering aura that surrounded him, but because of the deep, disapproving frown sitting on his face.

Panic had stripped them of reason. The father reached the door first. Just as he was about to grab it, his body stiffened. "Honey… what's wrong with you?" Adam's mother asked, her voice shaking. Wendy stepped out of the room at that moment, moving at an unhurried pace. Adam's father let out a strangled sound as he raised a hand, as if trying to touch something. He no longer had the strength. A thin line of blood appeared across his neck. Under the horrified gaze of Adam and his mother, his body collapsed to the floor. His head separated from his body, blood spreading across the ground.

Turning to me, he added sharply, "If you hadn't insisted on marrying this nobody, would he even have set foot in our house? He's fathered a love child. Make him leave with nothing and grovel for forgiveness." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers followed. "The Grimes family is finished. They've crossed the Sanfords, who own the largest casino in the city. Their wealth rivals that of a small nation. Even the nobles vie for their favor." "The gambling tycoon's daughter—betrayed by her husband like this? And his love child paraded in public?" "She turned down noble suitors for a no-name entrepreneur. This marriage is wrong from the start." My mind drifted to when I was ten. I'd wandered in

The same eyes found mine. And froze. Just for a second. But I saw it. My stomach dropped. “This is Dr. Marcus Fernandez Hesse,” the director continued proudly. “Renowned neurosurgeon, entrepreneur, and head of Hesse Biotech, our partner for this project.” Hesse. The name hit like a punch. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as realization crashed down on me in sickening clarity. Hesse. Jeremy’s dad. My breath caught, my hands trembling beneath the table. I couldn’t look away from him, and he couldn’t look away from me. The room buzzed with polite applause, but all I could hear was blood roaring in my ears.

"And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied." "Look," he pleaded, "I'm even giving up my girl. So about that debt I owe you..." The man's eyes were flat as they scanned me, showing nothing. My hope vanished. He didn't recognize me. I remembered my father had been recruiting foreign muscle lately. They didn't follow the old family traditions. They only cared about money. The bald man, Rocco, walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

" I didn't answer. Having just endured the most devastating blow of my life, I was like a soulless shell. Jim sighed. "I know you're upset, and I was wrong about this. I'll investigate and clear your father's name. Come home with me first." I numbly lifted my head and stared at the wolf who'd caused my father's death. "If we proceed with the marking ceremony, my father would be your father-in-law. "He didn't leak the pack's secrets." For a split second, my tear-filled eyes seemed to stir something in him, but the next moment, Kelly grabbed his arm in a panic.

I keep staring at the entrance long after he disappears, long after the whispers start spreading through the room again, and long after reality begins to settle back into place. Because deep down, a terrifying realization has already taken root inside my chest. I didn't just lose a secret tonight. I may have lost my father.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

His father's head shook back and forth with each blow, as if it were on a spring. Alfonso then pushed him back till he concluded the round of ten jabs with a kick to the abdomen so many times he lost count. As a result of the kick, his father was knocked unconscious and later died from a head injury. Also, no one could accuse him of murdering his father. The old man deserved it, and since then he has become someone who earned his living from scratch when he and his mother fled from the authorities and went to Scotland. Later, in his endeavor, he met his cousin Anthony and they started their own treasure hunting business.

I gasp, tears running down my face. "Mommy, where are you?" I tried to mind link her. I took off running again so those wolves wouldn't see me. I suddenly hear a blood curdling scream. "Mommy" I yelled as I ran towards the scream, as I approached this man had my father in his grip. "Please Riftan it doesn't have to go like this, please spare my wife please" my father pleaded with the man, but it was no use the man roared and tore my father's head clean off his body.