Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

My fiancé sold me to the Norling crime family to pay off a five-million-dollar gambling debt, telling me to please their Don. What he didn't know is that the Don of the Norling family is my father. On our third anniversary, Julius took me to a black market auction in Vegas. "Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "I promise you're gonna love this surprise." I thought he was going to bid on a gift for me. I did as he asked, closing my eyes and letting him lead me by the hand down a noisy hallway.

"Dad…?" "To Colonel Alcott," Morrison replied, his voice low and full of rage. "Your father looked into him. He found out that Alcott wanted Max gone. And instead of calling the military police, he called him. The very man who's been trying to kill her. And he handed her over, knowing exactly what Alcott would do." Liam's heart seemed to stop. He searched his father's face, desperate for any sign that it wasn't true. But Garrett wouldn't meet his eyes. He just stood there, gripping the edge of the desk, looking anywhere but at his son.

Lucinda halted and gestured at Catalina. Without wasting time, Catalina moved towards a pile of loads and pulled off the black sheet that was used to cover them. Lo and behold, Mr. Barlowe Remington, Margarita's dad, was lying there in the pool of his blood. "Her dad," Lucy completed. "Aah, Dad!" Margaryelled. The blood from earlier had been from her dad. She made to rush over, but Murphy came standing in front of her, blocking her way. "Your Dad took everything from us and caused my father's death. We suffered a lot until now, and I promised to seek revenge. The sight of you every day makes me want to rip off your head and smash you against the wall.

I said in frustration but the girl just laughed. "Hahaha, ok… Yes you have that blood too I guess your parents have odium blood, yet your brother has more of that blood and I think that you were more powerful than him, that explains why the odium blood couldn't control you." I close my eyes as I remember, maybe the bastard man who raped my mother carries that blood. But my father Sebastian has that blood too. Does it mean it's true that my father and the man who took advantage of my mom were really half brothers?

"It's Arthur. The private investigator you hired to look into your family's old records." My chest tightened. I looked at Lucien, who was still holding my hand, his gaze fixed on my face. "Did you find something?" I whispered. "I found the digital trail of your father's bankruptcy five years ago," the investigator said, his voice chillingly clear. "It wasn't an accident, Miss Moretti. Your father was set up. The shadow corporation that bought out his remaining shares and forced him onto the street... it belongs to Lucien Laurent."

I leaned back, arms folded, pretending disinterest even as my pulse kicked faster. “Well?” Gemma hesitated. That alone told me this wasn't going to be good. “ I went back through Old Golden Valley records,” she began, voice careful. “ Birth registries, Marriage contracts, land transactions. Everything tied to Morrin's family. Ivy’s father checked out. Solid Beta Bloodline, served loyalty. But her mother…” She opened the folder, fanning out pages. “Her mother’s past not clean.” I didn't move, though every muscle in my body coiled tight.

I frowned. “What?” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “The truth.” Confusion immediately filled my expression. “What truth?” “For years, I have been conducting a private investigation. Into what really happened before my father died. I suspected his death wasn't accidental.” I stared at him in surprise. Damon continued. “For years, I kept finding things that did not make sense, every time I got close to finding answers, someone buried the evidence again.” My entire mind struggled to process everything. “I started finding connections between my father’s death, and people I never expected to be involved with. Mara is responsible for my father’s death.”

he assured me. A heavy sigh escaped me. The progress of the investigation felt painstakingly slow. Why was it so difficult to uncover the person behind the accident that caused my father's death? It was as if every shred of evidence were wiped, and I couldn't help but wonder if his death was no mere accident. But who would want my father dead? I've never seen my father as a man who had enemies, even though I couldn't be so sure now, since he hid something as huge as debt from me and my mother. This revelation forced me to question how well we truly knew him. Was he involved in some deep shit? But he has always been a quiet man. Detective Morris' gaze softened, filled with a mixture of sympat

he exclaimed as he clenched his fists. “We are back to square one Dad,” I half smiled at him. “Yeah,” he sighed. “But we got something important from this.” I said as I took his hand in mine and unclenched his tight fists. His expression softened as he looked at me, and I smiled. “We found out that Emma is still out there and alive. Also, her blood is important for Morax's devious plan. But there is one problem, she is pregnant. I don’t think he might use her now when she is carrying another life.”

“Just answer my question and I will let you know everything else.” “Okay,” I accepted sharply. “My father’s name is Ignacio Oliver from Bluemoon pack. He was an Omega but a well-trained soldier. He died many years ago on a battlefield. My mother, Harper Oliver died many years ago too when I was just five years old. She was from Newmoon pack, the daughter of a Gamma. A father who rejected her simply because she discovered her mate and found love for herself. I am their only daughter, Muriel Oliver, a girl that lived all her life wishing to have died alongside her parents,” I explained. I sniffed and blinked the tears that welled up in my eyes away. “Does that answer your question, sir? Can I