Romans & histoires Erin Moriarty Blood Father

"Mr. Morgan, whatever you have to say, you can say it right here. Emily can hear you." Logan protested, "I’m her biological father. We share a blood connection…" "Blood connection?" Alex retorted. "Mr. Morgan, while you’ve been enjoying life in Europe with your wife, did it ever cross your mind that you have a daughter struggling back here?" "I didn’t even know I had a daughter! Lisa never told me she was pregnant!" Emily scoffed. "Is that so? I hope you remember those words, Mr. Morgan. You might regret them when the truth comes out."

“Who allowed you to sell your two percent share to Morrin?” Ronan lounged back with his hands tucked into his pockets and responded to his father in a very belittling way. “Relax, Dad. Morrin has Farrington blood. Not like Dolphus or Elena who joined the pack and the company by name only. If she rises as heir one day, we win.” “ You stand behind the outsiders. I place my bet on blood. Either way, our family survives. That is smart, not reckless.” Director Dante opened his mouth, but his words froze when the elevator doors slid apart.

Isadora, who had been hovering in the background, her face pale and anxious, suddenly spoke up, her voice trembling, barely audible above the roaring in my ears. "F-father… the man you captured," she stammered, her eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding our gazes as if she were afraid of the judgment she would find there. "My father… Elder Walsh… he has AB negative blood." The words hit me like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that stole the remaining air from my lungs. They hung in the air, shimmering with a cruel irony that twisted the knife in my already wounded heart. The monster who had tried to kill my son, the embodiment of everything I loathed and feared, held the key to

“Okay. Okay, Malik. Send me the address. We’ll be there. As soon as possible.” She ended the call, lowering the phone slowly. Her breath hitched. “He’s alive, Victor. My father is alive. He’s been asking to see me for three years.” The reality of it slammed into him. This wasn’t about revenge. This wasn’t about empire. It was about a father and his child. And a crucial element, a missing piece in the puzzle, suddenly slotted into place. Kevin.

Mor nods and squints as she looks at me, “Is there any chance the baby in your womb has a dubious background? Who exactly knocked you up?” I can’t even begin to glare at her, “How do you expect me to know?” “You don’t know who you had sex with before you got pregnant? Is there a past you should let us know about?” I raise a lightly pissed eyebrow at her, “You think I was a whore, don’t you?” Mor walks over to a bench and sits daintily on it, “You tell me.” Gods, the allegations are never going to end. ”If you really want to know, I have only ever been with one man, and that man is the father of my child. And no his background is not dubious. I don’t believe there are any people who have brou

She looked weak and thin, but she had a baby bump on her stomach. I covered my mouth in shock and saw a tear fall down on the picture. I kept flipping through the pages, and each time, I felt sick to my stomach. I came across a picture of a strong and muscular man tied up all alone in a dark room. He seemed different than others, making me stare at him longer than usual. “That’s my father,” Emery said softly. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. “Did he—Did he die?” She shook her head, which made me sigh in relief. “Kamala wouldn’t kill him. He had pure Lycan blood, so she experimented with him. She even captured me once and forced me to have sex with him to keep the bloodline strong.”

He slams the car door before I can return his words and I hear the gravel crunching as he walks away. I don’t know how to process all of this, or what is even going on. That woman, I know she’s my mother, but my father said Giovanni killed her… so what is going on? Not only that, but she said ‘blood for blood’ when she shot my father. The back door opens, and the woman gets inside. She’s wiped the blood from her hands and face and even when she smiles, she looks like me. I realize now that I did indeed get my full figure from her — Catalina Moretti, a pure Italian beauty.

Victor stiffened instantly. Victor’s father had a brother no one mentioned publicly. Ariana looked sharply at him. “You had an uncle?” Victor’s jaw tightened. “He died before I was old enough to remember.” The old man gave a tired half smile. “No. He vanished before you were told what death means.” Marina stepped down fully now. Slowly. As if balance itself required permission. “My father…” The old man looked at her directly. “Your father was Adrian Moretti.” That name landed heavily.

"You're dangerous, Mr. Castellano. Your father was a thug with power. You're something more sophisticated. Someone who understands both worlds criminal and legitimate. That makes you harder to fight." "I'm not your enemy, Agent Morrison. Becca is. Richard was. Chris was. I'm just a man protecting his family." "With a criminal empire at your disposal." "If I had such a thing hypothetically I'd use it for protection, not aggression. There's a difference." I stood. "Are we done here? My son needs his father, and my wife needs rest." "One more thing." Morrison pulled out a final file. "The baby Marissa's carrying. We analyzed Richard's medical records. The DNA sample he provided to the clinic it

she began. “Then she’s Lance’s daughter by name,” I finished. I turned to Caius, who hadn’t moved. His jaw was clenched, but I saw the faint tremble in his hand. Lira’s eyes widened. “Then he’s…” Morgana said it before any of us could. “His blood. Vexmoor blood.” The name fell heavy in the air. A curse. A prophecy. A truth buried for centuries. And then another truth rose like a shadow from the pit of my soul.