Novel & Cerita El Padre Sin Cabeza

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

I flung the door open and walked in. “Father where…” My voice trailed as I saw the horror of my life. Father's head on a silver plate. His head was freshly cut because blood filled the plate and dripped down staining the white cloth on a table. His body lay lifeless on the ground. I stumbled back, holding my breath for what seemed like a minute, somewhat praying my eyes were playing tricks on me. The present. Ari Xavier's present was father's head. My mind blacked out for a moment as memories flooded me. The man I had always called father and thought to be immortal lay dead, his head separated from his body.

My gaze collided with his, an amused glint covering the hazel orbs like obsidian. "My mom shipped my papa's half-brother's head to his stepdad with his fingers drilled into his skull. And Papa and Daddy made a necklace with his dick and hung it around his headless neck - took pictures of him and sent them to Oleg. I am not so bad. This thing is in my blood.", "You people are evil." he countered with a shake of his head, I laughed and got up from my sitting position. Rounding the table, I placed myself right before him, then took a good look at him with a tiny small of adoration.

The sky above was a murky, deep shade of purple, casting an unsettling hue over the barren terrain. Suddenly, my father emerged from the shadows, but he looked nothing like the man I once knew. His figure was distorted, taking on a monstrous appearance. The only semblance of familiarity was his face, now twisted with anger and malevolence. It was a horrifying sight that sent shivers down tmy spine In my father's hand, he held something utterly terrifying and unimaginable. My mother's decapitated head. The sight was gruesome and heart-wrenching. My father's maniacal laughter echoed through the desolate landscape, causing the ground to tremble with each chilling cackle.

His chest rose and fell violently. His silver eyes were fixed on the altar. Then his gaze landed on Emma. His face went completely pale. His eyes dropped to her hand. Then to the hand holding hers. His father's hand. "No..." The word escaped him like a broken whisper. Jasper slowly turned. Emma froze. Ethan took one step forward. His voice shook. "Father..." The entire temple waited. Then Ethan shouted, "Don't do this." His eyes returned to Emma. "You can't marry her, Father!!!!!."

And finally extended his neck in submission. I saw the loss of control a split second before it happened, King Xander stepped up to dad, “You disgust me.” His claw extended, slitting against his jugular. A fear spreads over dad’s face as he realised he’s about to die. “I should make it slow…” The King breathes before he ripped dad’s head clean off, tossing the fear-stricken face to the side. I blinked in surprise as I watched almost in slow motion the body of my father slump to the floor as if he’d turned into a sack of potatoes. He’s dead.

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

Cameron stood frozen in place, and his parents were seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard. "My son, how did you get HIV? Could it be that the hospital made a mistake?" Betty asked in disbelief. While shaking his head weakly, Cameron replied, "I've gotten tested many times. It's always the same…" Betty and Ronald, who had initially been holding his hands, unconsciously let go and even frantically wiped their hands on their sleeves. Cameron never imagined that even his own parents would reject him.

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

My mother's face turned pale with pain, and even her voice was shaking as she said, "Vincenzo, let me go! Lia's still a child!" Vincenzo let out a sneer, his eyes full of contempt. "She's nothing but a fatherless kid! If you don't apologize to Carla, whatever comes next isn't my fault!" The guests all stood by and watched. Some looked uneasy, but no one dared to step forward. They were afraid of Vincenzo's influence, and they were even more afraid of getting dragged into trouble. One by one, they lowered their heads. "Sofia had a daughter before getting married, and nobody even knows who the father is..."