Novel & Cerita Erin Moriarty Blood Father

How could I be so ungrateful, how could I ever think of pushing away the man who had practically saved my father’s life? After a deep breath, my eyes dropped to the familiar address on the screen. I recognized the name immediately. The Meridian. The exact same hotel where I had almost had a one-night stand with a man I didn't even know his name. I only knew the way his hands had felt. The way I’d nearly let a stranger ruin me in every way that mattered. The exact same strip where my father was beaten in one of the casinos. The universe was pulling things out of a box to test me. And I couldn't take it anymore. I would break in the same way toys broke when children bent them too far.

Her thoughts suddenly spun wildly, unraveling the tangled threads of strange events from her past. About the mysterious boxes filled with blood-stained papers that she used to find in front of her house. About the unsettling feeling that a mysterious man had always been watching her while she was in Korea. And the thing that made her heart pound the hardest... Roy Danuarta. The man who had suddenly appeared and handed her the crucial video of Robert Shane’s murder—her late father. All the puzzle pieces suddenly pointed toward one name. “Don’t tell me...” Amora stared at Maverick with widened eyes, fury and disbelief colliding within them. “You were the one who sent Roy Danuarta to spy on me?

No, no, no "This couldn’t be coincidence anymore, Victor Kane paid someone.He planned it. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Then slowly Very slowly She lifted her eyes toward Adrian. “He paid someone to kill my father,” she whispered. And for one terrifying second Adrian silently looked away.

"That's impossible. You have to be wrong, Emory isn't the type to—" "T-the baby needed blood and my blood isn't compatible with hers. The real father of the baby is inside the operating room right now, and he is giving her his blood." "I-I can't believe it. E-emory? H-how could she? I thought she had morals, I thought she frowned upon infidelity when she found out Elle was cheating on you. Was it all a lie? Why would she do this to you?"

I would give my daughter the best of everything—love, respect, and freedom. Even if Trent did cheat on me one day, she would always be my treasure. Trent seemed to have sensed my thoughts. He suddenly raised his hand and swore, "Babe, I swear I didn't cheat! And I would never run off with anyone!" I laughed, leaning on his arm as we left. "Honey, I'm craving some cake." "Let's go get cake then." While I sat in the car eating my cake, the psychiatric hospital called. "Ms. Laurent, your mother Katherine has just passed away."

He'd never been a person of interest to me until I saw him make out with Greta on my wedding day. Liam took the envelope from me, pulled out a file and flipped through the pages. He found the page he needed, showing it to me with a look of concern. "His father is John Morales," he pointed out at the man in the picture, "the retired coroner who ruled your sister's death an accidental overdose and your mother's death a suicide ten years ago." I felt a high overshoot of stress and worry infuse into my bloodstream. This discovery could mean a lot.

"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.

“She’s not carrying your money, moron. There’s no way your five million dollars would fit in her suitcase. She called me asking for my help. Do you expect I would decline my sister? I couldn’t tell her no when she sounded scared and broken. It’s all because of you. Your family of fucking rich narcissists.” “My father knows who her father is. He gave money to Florence to tell him who fathered Maverick.” I calmed down a bit. It pained me to admit that Terzo was always right. It was all because of my father, the reason why my wife was hurting and my marriage was in trouble. “Fuck.” He cursed further. “I swear if he’s not your father, I already skin him alive.” “Send me the picture. I’ll send it

I replied, and he agreed. “Alright. It’s only a lecture, and it’s not like she is going to be used. It will help her understand the master-to-servant relationship. Besides, she is your first purchase since your last visit to the Dark Realm Auction, and it made me wonder why you purchased her.” “Dad, there’s nothing to be worried about. First of all, she is the daughter of Felix Moraga, one of our mafia members in this city,” I said, the line going silent.