Ella Mai Father Novels & Stories

Eliana POV "What!" The word erupted from my mouth as I leapt from the bed, pacing up and down across our apartment. "How is that even possible?" The last thing I wanted was to have Luca nearby, staking his claim on me even though he had no right to. "So, you know I told you about my father and the guy I'm meant to marry?" Cassie asked slowly, twirling her hair around her finger nervously. "Yeah, you mentioned them." "My father is Georgio Papadopoulos, an enforcer for Vasilios Kythira of the Hellenes family." At my blank look she added, "the Greek Mafia."

Shelyn added softly, “He’s not a bad person, Ma.” Elara let out a long breath. “You’re still small.” Elang stepped closer and placed the photo on Elara’s lap. “We may be small, but we’re not stupid.” Shelyn held Elara’s hand. “Mama always says honesty is important.” Elara closed her eyes. That sentence pierced deeper than any accusation. “All right,” Elara finally said. “Mama won’t lie.” Shelyn and Elang immediately straightened up. “He…” Elara swallowed. “He is indeed your father.”

“Daddy was there with me every day!” Alice frowned and asked, “Who? Which Daddy?” Eliana sighed and said, “Zayden, of course. He told me everything. He said, you have been looking for my brother for all these years. Zayden is my father, and Max is my brother.” “Huh? Did he tell you that?” Alice appeared stunned. Eliana smiled broadly at her and said, “Yes, Daddy and I have been having a great time at the amusement park these days. Daddy also promised me that it would now be our secret base. I will take you and Max there later.”

Two sentries stepped forward, shifting partially into wolf form. “Stop,” the elder one commanded. “State your name and business.” The man raised his hands in a gesture of peace. His voice, low and firm, carried weight. “My name is Caelum. I’ve come to see Dante Thorne.” The guards hesitated, glancing at each other. One stepped forward. “Caelum is dead.” “So I’ve heard,” the man replied, his gaze unwavering. “But death is a complicated thing.” The other sentry stepped back warily. “You’re Emilia’s father.”

“I am Ellie Vergara Do you hear me? You cannot keep me here like some common criminal! My family……” “Your family isn’t here to save you,” the guard muttered, finally looking up with an unimpressed expression. “Not even your father.” As if on cue, another pair of footsteps approached, this time slower, more deliberate. Ellie turned sharply, eyes widening as she saw the man she had always sought approval from, her father, Alfredo Vegara. His usually confident stance was stiff, his face etched with a mixture of disappointment and anger. He was a well-respected businessman, a man who commanded attention in every room he entered. But even he had no power here.

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

He’s on a whole different level to anyone in this office. “King Nolan, you have a meeting in five minutes,” the man says, and my heart drops. Did he just say… My mind spins. Not only is Nolan my boss, but he’s also the King? Another realization hits me seconds later, and I have to sit in my chair. I slept with the King- the father of Andy’s wife. I had sex with Andy’s father-in-law.

"We’re going to the estate." ‎"Sir, the Mrs. Cheng—" ‎"Family dinner." Alessio’s smile was thin. "Father wants to meet you. Personally." ‎Elias’s breath hitched slightly. He had heard about the Moretti patriarch. And there weren't exactly good things. ‎"Why?" ‎Alessio’s gaze strayed to Elias’s waist one last time. "He said he’s heard... interesting things about my staff lately." ‎The drive was silent. Alessio stared out the window, yet Elias never relaxed. Every bump in the road pressed the folded document harder into his back.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”