Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 Novels & Stories

Madam Ven is so proud of her only cute Son. “Maxine,” Alberto utters her name and the young lady crouches to level her eye sight at him. “Don Emilio, I know you love your son—you keep on talking it with me back in Spain.” She said and she is making him realize how important his feelings. He cannot say a word but his tears are falling—Jostein and Keesha are looking at them. His father falls to the floor. Caleb rushes to his father and hugs him tight! “PAPA!” He is shouting and puckering his shirt. Don Emilio rubs the back of Caleb and he hugs him back.

'It's not like I can ask Eon to take responsibility for my daughter? On the way to the car, Elliot suddenly uttered, "Cecilia, always keep an open mind." Her grandfather has always advised her to reframe her mindset. Not everything that she heard from the Millers is true. And so he has always advised her to be open to the truth that lies ahead. “Yeah, Grandpa… I always do…” “It’s just that, I believe Celeste can choose to find her dad when it’s safe,” she reasoned. “The situation in the company is a little complicated…”

I could see the side of his face. Where have I seen him before? “He- Rose he is the one I was talking about.” She said tugging at my arm. Zeus and the guy were talking about something. Moments after they walked towards the front garden area where the fountain was resided. “Did you see him? Oh my god he is so hot.” Elisa had a dreamy look on her eyes. “Who is he though?” I asked. “He is the son of the dilf I was talking about the other day on the phone.” My mouth turned into an o shape.

I held the stare for a while before my father’s voice cut through it. “What video?” sounding more frustrated than angry. He hates being kept in the dark about anything. He is the all mighty Alpha Lucien Devereux, he should know everything! “I would do the honors of showing you Sir” Elena stood and walked to my dad’s side. She is having so much fun with this and dumb father who started the conversation had stepped out to receive a business call. I looked at Nana, my eyes begging her to say something but she stayed relaxed, an unreadable expression on her face as she picked on her dessert.

Because Baby Hope deserved to know. I asked if Eli knew. Lena said no. He had no idea. I started crying. She hugged me. We stood at the lighthouse. The sun rose. The sky turned pink. Lena left. I stood alone. Luca and Eli ran up. They had seen Lena leave. Luca asked what happened. I showed him the results. He read them. His face went pale. Eli read them. His hands were shaking. He said he was the father. I said yes.

The evening air was thick with smoke and tension. Elena stood in the middle of the compound, her black jacket zipped up, a gun hanging loosely at her side. Mateo tugged at her hand, holding his small blanket, eyes wide and fearful. “Mommy… where’s Daddy?” he whispered, clutching her leg. Elena knelt, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. “He’s… resting, baby. He’s very tired.” Mateo’s lower lip trembled. “But I want Daddy! I want him to wake up!”

Valiente's jaw was clenched tightly, eyes so cold I could feel the chill all the way here. Marisela was the first to break the silence. “No importa cuánto intentes evitarlo. No importa cuánto intentes negarlo,” 'No matter how much you try to avoid it. No matter how hard to deny it,' she started, keeping her voice small but firm. “Sigue siendo tu padre.” 'He's still your father.' These were the times I hated myself for not paying attention in Spanish class. The tension in here was deafening.

⸻ The Father lowered his head. ⸻ Because he knew what came next. ⸻ 🌙 The Impossible Child Another memory appeared. 📖 Long ago. Before Elian was erased. ⸻ The Mother opened her eyes for a single second. 👁️ Just one second. ⸻ And she saw Elian. ⸻ Not the Father. Not the Dreamer. ⸻ Elian. ❤️ ⸻ Then she smiled. ⸻ And called him something.

The book opened itself. On the last page there was only one name. In golden writing. Elio. And the voice said: “When Cael is born, Elio becomes your father.”

“We need to move carefully. Alejandro won’t stop.” No, he wouldn’t. Dino exhaled, staring at the city lights ahead. And neither would they. --- Dino’s phone buzzed. A blocked number. Frowning, he answered. “Who is this?” A familiar voice, low and husky. “Kid.” Dino stiffened. Capello. Elena’s father. “Where are you, Capello?” His next words sent an ice-cold shiver down Dino’s spine. “We need to talk. It’s about your mother.”