Ella Mai Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jake "Whoever he was, he will be punished!" Shit! Looks like Zelda has told him all that happened in the Dolph Store. Why can't she just keep her mouth shut. "Jake," the door opened and my father stepped in looking extremely pissed. His eyes were like a lava as he stepped in. "Do you know his name?" I got to my feet as soon as he came inside. My father's anger is something I never want to experience ever again. His fury is like a volcano eruption.

Before I could say thank you, my mother clutched her chest and blurted, “You’re so beautiful, my God. Where is your blush from?” Claire blinked, and then laughed, “Dior. Limited edition. I’ll send you one.” My mother gasped, slapped my father’s arm, and whispered, “Ela vai mandar pra mim!” Meanwhile, my father turned to Adriano’s father, Salvatore Capone, “Finally, I meet the father of this boy who made my daughter stop calling us back for two weeks straight.” Salvatore cleared his throat. “You are... Madeleine’s father.” “Yes! Eduardo,” my dad nodded, “From São Paulo. You ever been? Big city. Horrible traffic. Best feijoada in the world. You know feijoada?”

It was happening after all. Elara chuckled and sniffled. “It isn't just Papa… He's your real dad, Vee.” Her blue eyes popped in delight. “But you said Papa is in the desert.” Not expecting to be exposed by her in three days, Elara ducked her head, hiding a smile. “Desert, really?” I sighed. “Of all places, Elara…” “She was just two. How was I supposed to know she would remember?” She mumbled with a pout. “Honey,” she refocused on the little girl. “Mr. Marco Conti is your father.”

“I was never supposed to end up here.” He stayed quiet. “My name,” I said slowly, “is Amelie DaVinci.” I heard him exhale, like he’d been holding his breath all along. “I wasn’t lying to hurt you,” I added quickly. “I was lying to live. My family—my father—he wasn’t who people think he was. He was… dangerous.” Elias said nothing, but I could feel his attention sharpen. “My father ran one of the largest crime families in Spain,” I continued. “He raised me in it. He trained me to survive in it. And when he finally thought he had no use for me, he tried to marry me off.”

ELARA I took a deep breath and kept talking to Mateo because the words were coming easier now even though my heart was beating fast. After Guilia died my father changed. He started introducing me to important people and one of them was Lucien. He was nearly thirty years old and very powerful in the family business. My father hoped I would marry him so it would make our family stronger and safer. At first Lucien seemed like a dream. He brought me flowers and nice gifts. He listened when I talked and told me I was beautiful and special. For a short time I almost believed I could have a normal life with someone who cared about me. We went for walks in the garden and he held my hand gently. He k

The café bowl of chatter emptied, the smell of fresh espresso turning sour in my throat. Rune sat back in his chair with folded arms and icy, cold-steel eyes as hard as rock.Silver hair flashed in the sun like frost on iron. “Self-explanatory, isn’t it? Raheem and Liora have been stringing you along from the beginning. She’s been cheating on you for years, Kael. Eliana is not yours. Raheem’s the father.” I pushed the file onto the table, dislodging papers.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure. I know it was a man from France. Henry something or other, I think. Why do you ask?” “His name is Henry Caron, Mother. He’s the man that Ella’s father tried to make her marry!” “What?” Lacy sounded just as shocked as Rome had felt when he finally put two and two together a few hours ago. “But… your father was sure to put into the contract that the sale couldn’t be to anyone associated with Lloyd Sinders!”

Eliana greeted the nurse who was in her forties. “Morning, dear! How many times did I mention not to call me Ma’am? Call me Zia (aunt in Italian),” said Imelda. “It has become my habit, but I will try. When will dad wake up?” Eliana asked as she looked at her father who was lying like a lifeless body. “He will wake up soon,” Imelda replied.

he said quietly. “Dad, Mom, this is Ella.” “Dad. Mom.” Ella greeted them gracefully. Jada responded immediately. Thomas remained silent. Seeing his serious expression, Ella wondered if she had somehow offended him. Jada shot him a look. He said pitifully, “You told me not to say a word.” “Now you can speak,” she ordered. Thomas cleared his throat. “I’m Tiesto’s father. Since you’re home, just make yourself comfortable.”

Giorgia and I stood and quickly covered ourselves with beach robes. The three men standing with Father were obviously from the Roríguez cartel. The oldest was probably in his early sixties with a complexion darker than the other two. The younger ones were probably in their twenties or thirties, with haunting dark stares simmering unabashedly toward the two of us in our bathing suits. Father’s chin was raised as he explained. “Jorge, this is my daughter, Mia, and my wife’s niece, Giorgia.” The older man smiled and nodded. “Beautiful young ladies.” He turned to the younger men. “My sons, Aléjandro and Reinaldo.”