Novel & Cerita Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1

"Who are you?" "Lucas, baby," his mum called out walking close towards him. She reached for his hand as he immediately flinched. "Elena, let's go," he said. "I have no idea what this people are talking about." False. Elena stood not doing what to do or say. "Luke..." "Lucas," his father finally spoke up. "It's us. It's me, your dad. You remember us, don't you?" "I don't have parents," he breathed out. "Please excuse me."

Rose asks after Elle yells at me. "Not right now Rose," Elle whispers and takes a deep breath. "When will you tell him?" I ask Elle and she looks at me scared. "I don't know," she whispers and messes with her hands. "What?" Stefano says, confused but my question. "Luca is Rose's dad," I whisper and Stefano's eyes widen. "The eyes," he mutters and I nod. "I can do a paternity test if you need the proof." "I'll let you know," Elle whispers and looks at Rose. "There's too much going on right now."

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.

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.”

“I'll fill you in on the details. But first, can we see my father? Where is he?” “Oh, yes, of course,” Elise rambled, a feeble attempt to snap herself out of her surprised daze. But that was hard, seeing as she was literally looking at the male very of the very same child she'd raised. “Of course,” she repeated. “ He's in his room. Come on.” She hesitated a second longer, but after one last look in Charlie's direction and a smile from him, she turned around and started walking towards the room.

“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.”

“You barely know him, Caspian. How can you claim to know what’s best for him when you’ve been a ghost in his life? He does not even know who you are. He barely saw you once. How do you expect him to trust you? Caspian, this is a child, this is a person. This is not some toy that you are going to take and put it around. He is going to look for his mother. He's going to want her to be around him. She is the one person that he knows. She is the one person that he trusts.” “And I wonder why? Had I been in his life, things would have been different. I wasn’t given the chance to know him, and it was your sister who made that choice for me.” I said coldly. “But that changes now. I’m his father, Eli

“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.