El Yerno Novels & Stories

Maybe we slept together before the wedding and I had forgotten, but no, that was impossible. I had not touched Jane in months. I had been too busy with Maribel to bother with my fiancée's needy and clingy attempts at affection. Which meant the baby was someone else's. My second thought was immediate and visceral. My father. It had to be Julius. My father had fucked my fiancée and gotten her pregnant. I called Maribel immediately, not bothering to return to the meeting. "Hudson?" Her voice was cautious, like she was not sure what kind of mood I would be in.

We entered the mansion and everything was so neat and beautiful. The living room was huge, a fireplace, chic sofas, a giant TV. Near the fireplace there was a man standing looking at us. It must be another Lorenzo employee, although, he doesn't seem to wear a uniform or walk like a penguin like Marcos (the bodyguard and driver). “Lara, this is my son, Daniel.” Points to the man standing by the fireplace. I was unable to express myself. I was too shocked by the news. My God! He has a son older than me! What the fuck!

All the higher positions in the pack are taken by men. I just finished training and went home to take a shower when I ran into Eros. His eyes went big and he looked at me up and down slowly, taking every inch of me in as if I was a piece of art. Next to him stood two kids, that were probably his. I didn’t know much about his mate, but by the looks of his kids she was Asian. He must have met her while he was studying abroad. His oldest daughter looked around Eddie’s age, while his son was probably eight or nine.

Now, they were actually going to have one. Adharva moved Eloy's hair from his face and tied it up. He was using the time to actually let the news sink in. Eloy is with child. He is going to be a father. They are going to be parents. It was the most joyous thought. Aeneas, their nephew is a sweet heart. The thought that they can have one of their own made him feel all sort of emotions, joy being the biggest one. --------------

said Rhea. Freya stopped crying. "Yael. How did you know him?" she asked. Rhea nodded. "He's my grandson. Who wouldn't recognize that boy? Yael is smart, intelligent and loving! I can feel his love for me in his hugs and eyes, even though it's only the first time we've met. It's funny, well, he doesn't want to call me grandma because he says I'm too young to be a grandma." Rhea laughed. "He inherited some of your father's attitude," she said jokingly.

"How is this considered breaking the bank? Order as much as you like. The more you order, the happier I'll be." If Yerick were his son, that made him Yerick's father; his blood was flowing in Yerick's veins. Wesley didn't know what kind of crazy coincidence brought them together like this. He had to find a way to do a paternity test. "Alright, Mr. Spencer. I won't stand on ceremony." Yerick ordered many dishes that looked mouth-wateringly good. He looked just like a carefree child in Wesley's eyes, smiling to himself and extremely happy.

Aunt Elsie watched as Ryan leaves the house overwhelmed with mixed feelings of shock and anger, the same emotions reflecting in her eyes. She was angry because Ryan had come to take Herzl from her grasp, just like he did to the Lerman's company. And she was shocked to hear Ryan's confession of his claim as Herzl's father; she still finds it hard to digest his words. She's aware of Ciara's secret marriage with a well-known businessman in States, but finding out that same businessman turns out to be Ryan was something she never expected —not him of all people!

Erlan mocked his father. "Easy! Of course, Papi and Mami worked hard for that. There's already proof. Your presence completes the happiness of our marriage. Do you still doubt Papi's ability?" They were boasting to each other at this time. Erlan was silent, but in his heart, he admitted his father's words. "You are being reminded. Instead of reminding, Papi. Immediately give Papi a lot of grandchildren and prove your manhood. Don't just talk!" the father sneered.

"And then meet my father's nephew, who arrived three days ago and also has questions." The first expression that was completely genuine crossed Aldric Vasquez's face. Surprise—real, uncalculated surprise, the kind that bypasses the managed surface and simply appears. "Another child?" "Cael's son. Twenty-two years old. His name is Eli." My grandfather looked at me, and then at the hall across the meadow, and something moved in his expression that I thought might, eventually, become something like joy. "My god," he said quietly. "This family."

Especially since all our children with Rod are handsome, and AJ is beautiful. "Children, introduce yourselves to Papa's employees," I said. EJ walked forward first. He understood the assignment. He even bowed slightly, making Rod laugh. "Hi, everyone. My name is Elias James Yana. I am the eldest of the quintuplets, and I am Papa's son even though we don’t have the same last name." Rod laughed again. "Soon, son, you’ll be a Chavez. Papa won't allow you not to be a Chavez," Rod said, which everyone heard.