Novel & Cerita Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1

“Alejandro, what are you saying?” “Elise is my wife,” he continued, stepping closer as both his parents rose to their feet. “I will not tolerate any more disrespect from you”, his gaze locked on his mother, “or you.” He pointed at his father without breaking stride. “Or anyone else. And if you ever cross that line again, I will disrespect you in ways you have never imagined.” “You will not speak to my wife like that,” his father barked, stepping forward with a thunderous glare.

he said with forced laughter, glancing at Leah. Elijah clearly saw that Leah was staring at an old man who looked familiar to him. When he realized who the old man was, it hit him — it was Elijah’s father. “Papa?! He’s here? I thought he was in America?!” he exclaimed. “And why is she staring at my father? Don’t tell me she plans to tell him that my baby is actually hers?! That can’t happen!” “Nanny! Take Lucifer and put him to sleep. I’m going to talk to my Papa!” he ordered.

“What are you two talking about?” Ethan blinked. “We’re just wondering… is he our father?” The air stopped moving. Irene’s chest froze mid-breath. Her hands fell to her sides, her mouth open but no words came out. Elias looked up. “Is he, Mama?” “No,” she said sharply. “Don’t say that again.” “But ” “I said no!” she snapped, her voice rising. “He is not your father! Stop talking nonsense!” Elias threw up his hands. “Good! Because that man was very rude!”

I nodded, disappointed that Amira had not told them anything about me being their father “You are right. I am the alpha of the pack, but do you know what else I am to you?” Noah knelt beside Elias “Eli, this is your daddy. Remember your mummy said he was also here?” Elias’s eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. Goddess, the boy was a stunner. His adorable expression almost had me crossing the room and pulling him into a tight hug and never letting him go. Elias blinked at me as though he was trying to process the words, and I waited for him patiently to do that. For a moment, he didn’t move and just stared at me, then all of a sudden, he ran forward and slammed his tiny body into min

ELENA’S POV I couldn’t believe that I was actually here and in my mother’s arms. I had missed being held by this woman more than I cared to admit. I missed hearing her voice and being calmed down by her. I had even forgotten that she was once the centre of my world, I had forgotten that she was once a god in my eyes. I couldn’t even believe that I had allowed Lukas to make me hate my own m0ther, but now that I was here I wanted to make up for all the time that we had lost while we were away from each other. Despite being in my mother’s arms, I still couldn’t help noticing that there was someone missing her there. It was my father. I wondered if he didn’t want to see me after all, had I come

“You let him stay at night, so is he, my papa?” His gaze remained fixed on me, waiting for an answer that would shape his understanding of the world. I took a moment to compose myself, my eyes wavering as I absorbed the weight of his question. “Yes, my darling. He is your papa," I confirmed, my voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and apprehension. A radiant smile spread across Ezio's face, his eyes twinkling with joy and curiosity. The knowledge of his father's identity seemed to ignite a newfound spark within him, a connection he had yearned for.

Brent overhears her delicately spilling her guts to Hermosa, explaining that she couldn't sleep and wanted to play with her mother. "Mum's tired, let her rest for a while, can I talk to you?" "Don't you spoil her." Hermosa squeezed Brent's hand very gently, looked past Elisa to him and whispered, "She should be asleep at this hour. " "Don't worry, once or twice is fine." Brent smiled at Hermosa and looked down into Elisa's eyes which were identical to his own, "Elisa, I'm your dad." "I know that!" "All you know is that I asked you to call me Daddy and then you did, didn't you? But did you know that ......"

Her eyes remained fixed on Elias. “You're my father?” “Yes.” The answer came quietly. Elena laughed. There was no humor in it. “My father died before I was born.” Elias lowered his head. “I know.” “My mother raised me alone.” “I know.” “She told me you were dead.” “She believed I was.” Elena's face twisted with anger. “You knew who I was.” “Yes.” “You watched me grow.” “Yes.” “You watched me suffer.” Elias swallowed. “Yes.” “And you never came.”

THIRD PERSON "HI, DAD," Mutya greeted her father, who was still reading the newspaper by the pool. "My daughter!" Luigi recognized her. Mutya then gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek. And Luigi also went back to reading the newspaper. "Uh, Dad... How was Ely’s mission?" "Not good because until now she was still looking," Luigi said, unmoved. "Isn't there any news so far?" Mutya asked her father again. "Nothing yet," Luigi said nonchalantly. "Wait, why did you become interested in Ely's mission?" This makes the father wondered. This time, Luigi put down his newspaper and confronted Mutya.

Elsa stared at Eric Jett for a while. He seemed to plead with his eyes for her to accept him as her father. She turned her face back to Ruler Bentley Buthelezi and smiled before saying, "But how can that be? Is it possible for me to have a father and not be aware? As I said before, I have known only one parent all my life and that's my beloved mother, Becky. I have no idea what Eric Jett is talking about but you can ask my mother, perhaps she would know better."