Erin Moriarty Blood Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It’s gone. Mira Moretti... She shot me. She told me to tell you...she’s coming for you." Father stood up so fast his chair hit the floor. His face turned a deep, angry purple. He didn't even look at the guard’s wound. He only cared about the millions of dollars turning to ash at the docks. "Toasted?" Father roared. his voice shook the room. "You let a girl burn my empire? You let that Moretti brat walk into my territory and light a match?" "There were too many of them, sir! We tried to…" "You tried?" Father reached into his waistband and pulled out his gold-plated gun.

"This is the report for Lia's paternity test. Lia is my biological daughter." Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned before discussions erupted. I was equally stunned. So… That was the truth. Matteo truly was my father. In my last life, he had avenged my mother and me because we were his family. Matteo took out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Vincenzo's wrists. "You spread lies about the heir of the Rossi family and harmed Don Rossi's daughter and granddaughter. Take him to the cells where he will be punished for his transgression."

she said, “and they will because you’re your father’s daughter and infinitely more careful about it, I need access. Not for profit. Not to sell. I’m dying, Morana. I need whatever stabilizes this before it kills me and I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to let me live long enough to actually deserve whatever chance I get.” I sat with that for a long moment, the noise of the café continuing around us, completely indifferent to what was happening at this table. “You spent five years helping him,” I said quietly. “You identified my blood type. You built the distribution network. You watched me disappear into that house and you never once—”

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

Their mouths opened and closed, but nothing came out. Veronica and Marco were loaded into the squad car, and my father got into another to go in for questioning. Before he climbed in, he turned and said something to me. "All these years, I thought you were just a girl, that you couldn't carry the future of the Moretti name. No matter how well you did, I never gave you the credit you deserved. Now I see, my daughter, Salvatore Moretti's daughter, is extraordinary. I've been blind. Get some rest tonight. I'll go handle this with the lawyers. I'll be back soon. When I'm back, we'll have that drink together. As a family." I'd held it together all day, but that cracked me wide open. I looked at h

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.”

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

She sighed. "This is him. The name from the ledger is "A.W.M. Abraham William Moretti." "No." Before I could finish speaking, her head began to shake. "No, you stated it was not confirmed. You said —" "I said that to protect you." I wasn't prepared to tell anything until I was certain." "And now you are?" "Yes." She stood abruptly and paced across the room. Her bare feet struck the tile with soft, furious sounds. She wrapped her arms about herself. "The man who kills without blinking," she explained. "The man who murdered whole families. "That man... is my father?" "He was lied to," I said. "He told me he thought you had died. That someone told him that you were kidnapped.”

She swallowed slowly before looking away from me. "Seris is like that because of the blood..." "What blood?" I pressed. Morgana stayed quiet for a moment too long. Then finally, she spoke. "Your father... the man you knew as your father isn't yours..." Everything inside me stopped. My heartbeat became uneven. "What do you mean?" My voice cracked badly. "Your mother had cheated. She had you with the Lord of the shadow packs..." My fingers tightened painfully around my shirt. No. That wasn't possible.