Ella Mai Father の小説・ストーリー

Yeah the mask lady, i nodded my head. She look at my face, i know you somewhere Elle said. "Yeah, we met at the club yesterday." "Yes!!, so you were that guy." "Yes i said." "Okay, Dante when is your friend coming." "Um.... Lucas here is the friend i'm talking about." "Are you kidding me." "No! Elle, Lucas is the owner of the sperm. I mean your child father." "Unbelievable" she said. "I'm Lucas Dimitri, i stretch my hands to greet them."

With shaking hands, I open the letter and steal myself for what may be inside of it. Knowing that I need answers does not help the sudden sense of dread that fills me as I begin to read the letter. Laina, I know that we have not met before and I am sorry for that. My name is Elle. I am your father's mother. It might sound strange after all of this time to have me leave you a note but I am hoping that you will find it before anybody else does. What I have to tell you should be kept a secret from anybody that you do not trust completely as it could mean life or death for you.

he says. Roman nods solemnly. “I suspected as much, which is why we’re here. Vasily has been a thorn in my side as well.” Javier leans back, steepling his fingers, suddenly intense. “Ah yes, Vasily. He was never close to me, but rather to Diego. Did you know Aella’s father was in contact with us? He had arranged for Diego to marry Aella. However, I put that aside when I heard of your involvement. He’s now made Aella’s father his worker, as I have found out, and gave Diego his Beta’s daughter as a partner.”

he growled this time already getting irritated with her cries. However, Elaine still proceeded with her pleas, she turned to face Macy who also had tears in her eyes, “Please help me….my son requires his Father,” she whispers to Macy. Their eyes widened that instant at her words, Liam turned to look at his wife, and they both stared at the little boy stupefied. “What do you mean?” Macy asks in a whisper as tears roll down her eyes. “Derick Torres is the Father of my son, and we have come here to find him.”

Celia explained. "Do you know Ella?" The man asked. The twins glanced at each other, and after a brief moment of communication, they turned back to the man. "Yes. We do." He nodded. "And you are?” Nathan prompted. “Alpha Adonis, Ella’s father," the man said, stepping forward and stretching his hand. The twins declined the polite offer, though. Their eyes also narrowed. 'That checks out,' Nathan told Tristan through their mind link. 'Her mother was right.' 'Unfortunately so.' Tristan agreed.

"Fuck." "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I was shouting now, frustration and fear making my voice crack. "Who is my father?" Lorenzo turned to face me, and the look in his eyes made my blood run cold. "Vittorio Castellano," he said slowly, carefully, like each word weighed a thousand pounds, "isn't just anyone, Ellie. He's—" "He's one of the most powerful men in the Italian underworld," Noir finished, his mismatched eyes never leaving my face. "Well, not one of...he is the most powerful man, before he went radio silent for the past five years."

“They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. Don Bianci – my grandfather – he hasn’t sent anyone to check on dad since mom died. We must seriously be in hot water if he’s sending Natalia and Alessi here together.” “Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Don Bianci – finally I have a name to put to Alessi’s father and Natalia’s boss. I had gleaned, through our conversations the past day, that he’s an incredibly wealthy and powerful boss in Italy – and Kent’s father-in-law. If he’s getting upset with Kent…

He shakes his head as if he was surprised himself. "Name?" I drop the age-gap topic and ask the basic necessities. "Elisia." Father responds almost immediately, as if I'd change my mind if he didn't reply fast enough. Which I probably would do. "Full name is Elisia Alfonso." She's a Alfonso? Spanish mafia? "Dominic's daughter?" I question, quite amused. The Spanish and Italian's aren't necessarily enemies, but they aren't the best buddies either. I see why father wants me to marry the heir of the Spanish, because it would practically be under my control whenever Dominic decides to step down.

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.