Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That’s why I’m so happy he found you, Reina. Because if anyone deserves someone who will love them like that… it’s both of you.” I felt my chest tighten, a strange mix of warmth and guilt swirling inside me. Elisa sighed happily, still smiling at the memories. “Anyway… that’s Paolo. My annoying, overprotective, secretly soft-hearted big brother.” The room felt lighter for a moment. Then I made the mistake of pushing just a little further. “What about your dad?” I asked softly. “What’s he really like?” The effect was instantaneous and devastating. Elisa went rigid, as if I had struck her. The bowl of popcorn slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor. Her breathing changed in a he

’ Elle whimpers as she pushes her nose against my overheated skin, I might not want her to go further but apparently no one told my cock because I’m harder than a fucking hammer. ‘Not with an audience, Killer.’ I whisper over the Pack connection while using my thumbs to brush the fur away from her eyes. “I found some people while on the road. Well, they found me, you have a father, Elle.” I’m not sure which part of what I’ve said makes her back off but she slowly walks backwards until she’s laid on the ground looking up at her naked father, she’s eyeing him like she’s trying to decide if she needs to attack him or not.

“You’ll remember eventually.” She gave Elisa’s hand a squeeze. “I’m Elizabeth Mancini. I’m your mother,” she said, then turned and pointed to the man who stood a little farther away. “And that’s Patrick Mancini—your father.” Elisa turned her gaze toward him. He stood stiffly, arms still crossed. His face was unreadable, lips tight, jaw clenched. He had blond hair with streaks of grey, and cold grey eyes that stared right at her. He wore a black suit, sharp and neat.

I chewed on my lips, ten minutes was too long and I would have my pillow trapped between my legs before he comes. Diego must have read my thoughts were he told. “Don’t hump on your pillow doll and that’s an order. Seat there like my good little daughter and wait for me.” Holy shit! He knew just how to make my pussy water for him. Leaving him in the party downstairs, I made my way back to my room, having the splendid thought of him finally fucking me, and it had me smiling foolishly. “Congratulations Elena, you finally have him as your stepfather. Congrats.” Someone clapped there hands. Lisa popped out from the shadows of one of the pillars and a smile danced along her face.

"Tell me the truth. Is Keisley Montenegro truly the father of your child?" Elisia felt a surge of panic course through her veins, and her heart started beating rapily, but she quickly composed herself, adopting a mask of innocence as she met her father's intense gaze. Of course, this is what she is good at: pretending to be innocent. "Yes, Father," she replied evenly, her voice betraying no hint of uncertainty. "Keisley is the father. We... something happened between us when we were both intoxicated."

He kissed her forehead gently and muttered “Oh my Isabella.” And that was it! That sounded more like a moan. A familiar one, for that matter. She would not forget how he sounded that night. Even though most of the images were forgotten, she did not forget the stranger's moans. They had hunted her for years and right now, Luciano sounded just like him. Was he truly Juan’s father? The mysterious stranger who swept her off her feet yet left her in mystery.

Isla’s POV My mother’s gasp was the first sound that broke the silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stumbled back, gripping the edge of the dining table for support. My father's face turned pale, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn’t find the words. “Who... Who is the father?” My mother finally managed to break the eerie silence, her voice barely above a whisper. Elara’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “It’s true,” she said, her tone trembling but resolute. “The child is Adrian’s. I swear it.”

I couldn’t believe that the woman I had known all my life wasn’t my mother, and the man I thought was my father wasn’t either. “Well, it’s not a new thing for me. I knew all along, and so did my husband,” Elisa's mother spoke and glanced my way. “We found out you were stolen, but I asked my husband not to say anything about it because I knew we would have good use for you.” Elisa's mom said with a soft chuckle. “This is why you were treated like trash, and your father couldn’t say anything about it…” Her words got stuck in her mouth when Beta Matthew landed a slap across her cheek. My eyes widened at what he did, and I stared at him in disbelief. “How dare you have the mouth to talk after al

Dad growled and I blinked, facing Ignatio once again. I bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact with him. He's my father's best friend and just a few hours ago, he watched me strip for men and even fucked my mouth. Doomed! "Hi, Mr. Sandro. I'm Eloise" I said, not being able to face him. I heard him chuckle, deep and sexy. My heart raced, pussy dripping wet for him. I wanted to press my thighs together and honestly, it took everything in me not to do that.

In memories she could never explain. The man stepped into the light. Lina stared at him. Her mother covered her mouth. Elias whispered one word. “Impossible.” Fames stood completely still. The stranger smiled. “Now she finally knows where she came from.” Lina looked at the man. “Who are you?” The man slowly raised his eyes to hers. “I am your father.”