Ella Mai Father Novels & Stories

"That's all you've been doing my entire life. Where does it end mom?" Elara took a deep breath, her hand trembling. "There's… there's something I need to tell you, Kael. Something I should have told you a long time ago." She paused, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "It's about your father." Kael frowned. He knew almost nothing about his father, only that he had been a member of the royal family and went rogue years ago. "Your father wasn't just a royal, Kael," Elara said, her voice barely a whisper. "He was… he was an Alpha. A powerful, respected Alpha."

she said. She raised her eyes and lowered the cigarette from her lips as she turned to look at her teary face. "Elena's father is Chaplain, the ruthless Mafia boss who runs the whole of Juarez," she spilled. Her eyes bulged and she became stunned for a moment as she stared at her face.

“I want my Mom and Dad. Let me go!” Giovanni Rossi snarled. “Your dad is dead.” Liam gasped in horror. “No! He is not! He can't be. My Dad will come to save me like he did before!” He shouted, Giovanni's nose flared as he understood Liam was talking about Evan not Elijah. He grabbed his small jaws hard enough to make him wail in pain as his fingers cut through his skin. “Listen to me, grandson. Your father was Elijah and he is dead. If you call someone else as your father, I will punish you severely.”

I stuttered. But my father merely laughed. "Relax, son." He chuckled at my awkwardness. "Aria was never my real bride, nor your real stepmother. The marriage document is not valid because it officially lists Arianna Avaroux as my wife, who doesn't actually exist." "But the Avaroux family has a daughter named Arianna," I pointed out. "I know of their family; they're a prestigious family who used to own the entire mining industry. How can she not exist?"

" L-Liam? S-since when did you get there? " Elara asked in shock and stood up, she went to Liam and grab his arm. Anna stood up as well and she got nervous suddenly. Liam shock expression slowly turn into an angry one. He glare at Elara and then to Anna. " Who's the father? " He asked in a firm voice. " L-Liam.. " " Shut up, Elara. Don't make me mad at you. " He said in an angry tone as Elara look down and look at Anna who got pale.

“I’m waiting for the world to end.” He laughed. “Then you’ll need another drink.” They sipped, flirted, performed the ritual of bodies in dangerous alliances but just as Marcella was preparing to lower the trap—Ellie’s father appeared, not alone. Marcella’s glass nearly slipped from her hand as she spotted him in the far corner. A woman barely in her thirties hung off his arm, laughing too loud, kissing his neck. Ellie’s father, the “respectable” patriarch of the Merchetti empire, sat on a velvet couch with his mistress, hands buried beneath her dress like a man who’d forgotten his name and then Giovanni noticed too. His grin widened

David Reid. Lucia’s father is David Reid. The same man whose name his mother has said like a curse for eighteen years, whose name is on every page of every document Eli has spent years piecing together, whose name was, according to everything Eli has ever been told about that night, the last name his father ever heard as a bullet went through his skull. He is now employed by the Reid family, in the Reid house, assigned to protect David Reid’s daughter. Elias can’t control the slow smile that creeps across his face.

Elias’s eyebrows rose slightly, but his expression remained composed. “Ah,” Elias said, glancing between us. “I know who you are, Mr. Moretti. Everyone in this city does. The almighty Dante Moretti.” His tone was polite, but there was a subtle bite underneath. “I’m shocked to hear Alessia is your fiancée. The last time I spoke with her father, it was Alexei who was supposed to be her match.”

“Our Lady’s father trusted him more than anyone. He was the backbone of the organization, the shadow that kept the Veronesi name standing. He…” Emilio was still talking when Renata interjected, her mind racing to connect the dots. “Wait, are you telling me that… this entire world belonged to his mother?” Renata stood rooted to the spot, struck dumb by the realization. “He inherited all of this from her?” “Actually, it’s quite the story,” Emilio said, a genuine, warm smile appearing on his lips. “Our Master, Nico’s father, was raised by our patriarch and started as the Lady’s personal bodyguard.”

Valeria held very still. "He knew your father," she said. "He knew about my father," Elena said. "He did not know me. He came to me specifically because he thought a young woman might make a different choice than her father." She held Valeria's gaze. "I did not make a different choice. I made the worst possible choice. I left instead of acting." She paused. "And then Fausto found me and I spent thirty years funding the network my father ran and the one that killed the man who came to warn me."