Ex Boyfriend's Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

He asked. “Do you plan to chase after mom, or…” Oh, this is what he wanted to know. I thought about beating around the question, afraid he may stop speaking to me if he found out I didn't intend to be with Nora for long. I settled for honesty, “I'm with someone.” I said. He made an oh with his lips. “Who is she?” He asked. I didn't think he would want to continue the conversation, but he did. “A pretty girl who stole your Dad's heart,” I said, smiling like a teenager.

While Mom was coughing up blood at home, while she couldn't keep food down, he was buying Fiona designer bags, leasing her a luxury car, putting down deposits on apartments for her. I went through page by page. I didn't cry. I photographed them and copied them and added them to the drive. By the time I was sixteen, Dad's company was basically dead. Creditors started showing up. He and Fiona fought constantly. Fiona started looking down on him for being broke. Their fights traveled from downstairs to upstairs, from afternoon till late at night. I'd be at my desk doing homework. And quietly recording with my phone. Mom had said it once: know your enemy and you'll never lose.

I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be this important to you, for you to love someone else even more than you love yourself. “I was told the conference will be in a few days,” his voice pulls me from my train of thoughts. He has picked up the book he must have been reading before I interrupted his rare free day. I stared at the title, my brows pulling together in confusion. I couldn’t understand why the hell my father is reading a romance novel. I’m quite sure I don’t want to hear the answer because it means I can’t unhear it, and something tells me, I would want to unhear it.

Ellie's voice cut into my thoughts and I looked at her. " Do you love my Dad?" She asked me. " Aubrey?" She called me again. " Do you see yourself settling down with him, being the Luna of this pack?" She asked. Her face fell and I remembered what she was asking me, " I love your Dad. But can we slow down on this marriage issue?" I asked her. She expelled air from her mouth, " Are you sure?" She asked me and I nodded. " Are you sure it's not because of the mate bond?" She queried me.

I kept walking, refusing to let my heels falter—even as my legs trembled inside. Not because I was scared. But because I couldn’t believe the past I’d buried had just walked straight into the most important night of my life. Damien Grey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. The man I ran away from. The man I gave myself to in a moment of emotional ruin… And the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn’t just someone’s second choice. Rafaella leaned in, whispering, “Do you know him? That man over there—the one who won’t stop staring?”

"I did it because I love you like my own son. But, do not let it be because of this secret that you sacrifice your feelings." "No, Dad," Ethan looked up, his swollen eyes staring at Richard meaningfully. "I might love Rory, but my love for you as a father is far greater than any obsession. I will not let Rory become a chasm between us." Richard fell silent. He took a deep breath, letting the truth that had been buried all this time heal the cracks between them. ## Continuation of Chapter 95: Sincerity Behind the Wounds

–Dad Be good. I crumble the note in my fist, jaw tight. That phrase doesn’t mean anything when you're left alone in a five-bedroom house with no one but a ghost of a father and a man who’s always just... watching. Roman Cross. The name tastes dangerous on my tongue even when I’m not saying it out loud. My dad’s best friend. Ex-special forces. Always in black. Eyes like cold steel and a voice that makes waiters stand straighter. He’s been around since I was a kid. Quiet, controlled, impossible to read. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it's important—but when he does, everyone listens. Even my dad.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

He handles her the gifts and flowers before leaving with a soft smile telling Shawn is here and he has send this. Emma's face glows up hearing this while the freshness of the flowers soothes her pain temporarily. She quickly keeps the gifts and flower on her bed and runs barefoot running down the stairs to see his one glimpse. When she finds her father and him clashing against each other that even for her. The way her father talked about her and Shawn she despised him. Tears brimmed through her eyes in disbelief as she stared at her father, falling down from her eyes slowly. "Why are you doing all this Dad?

"I don't want this, okay? I don't want any of us—least of all me—tangled with him again. He's a piece of shit and he belongs where he is. I don't want our hands dirty. I want to forget him. Please, don't do this. Don't waste yourself on him. Let me move on—on my terms. Can we just be normal?" They exchanged a look I couldn't read, then Dad softened. He reached up and cupped my face; his eyes were unexpectedly sad. Of course that made me hate Ryatt ten times more. "Okay." His voice was small. "I will not do anything." He pulled me into a hug. His warmth wrapped around me and, for a breath, the weight of the heartbreak eased. "Thanks, Dad," I whispered, burying my face in his chest. Hot tears