Father Garcia Novels & Stories

“Edgar was such a fragile man emotionally… they were college sweethearts. He was the best basketball player but chose to fall in love with your shameless mother, Lilian. However, his heart was shattered when your shameless mother confessed her love for his father, Edward, instead. Poor Edgar couldn’t bear it and committed suicide by crashing his car. Is that what you also want to do to poor Thayer? Get him to commit suicide? Ruin his parents’ marriage by opening your fat legs?” Edward… that was my father’s name. My father told me the whole story. Edgar claimed to be in love with my mother, but he was actually gay. When my mother found out, she was heartbroken because Edgar never loved her. I

Ocean was the best thing to come out of the hell I lived through four years ago. I didn’t think he would even make it after everything I went through, but he was a fighter from the beginning. The world didn’t want us, but here we were, shoving our middle finger back at them Four years ago, my life took a significant turn I never imagined: I met my father. Marcel Boris Garcia is a Russian-Spanish billionaire businessman. What were the odds that instead of drowning, as my attackers intended, I would be found by my biological father?

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

I have to prove myself in front of him. I crossed my arms and said with a casual tone “Depends.” Those people looked at me, dumbfounded and asked with a confused voice, “On what?” I continued “On who your boss is.” Hearing it, those men laughed and said “You got guts.” Well, if I didn’t have guts, then how could I fall in love with the daughter of the mafia king? When I fell for Isabella, I didn’t know that she was the daughter of the mafia King, Victor Falcone, but it doesn't matter. I decided to marry her and my future father-in-law can’t change that fact.

Clearing my throat lightly, I placed the fork beside the plate and finally looked up at him. “So,” I began slowly, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned back against the counter. “Should we start discussing the plan we’re actually going to use… or is it necessary that I first understand why a father is so determined to have his own son dead?” His expression didn’t change immediately. For a brief second, his dark eyes remained fixed on the table as if he were considering whether the subject even deserved an answer. Then he pushed himself off the counter and walked slowly toward the freezer.

He held a digital tablet against his chest, looking at me with a mixture of relief and nervousness. "Miss Beaumont," the young man said, stepping forward and offering a hand. "I’m Julian Vance. I was your father’s junior legal counsel. It is an absolute honor to finally meet you in person." I took his hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Nice to meet you, Julian. I didn't know my father had someone so young on his legal team."

The gardener asked. "Nothing, I just want to think." I simply answered and sparingly smiled at him. "Have you missed your family in the Philippines? Don't worry too much, you'll get used to it, I have a wife and a child left in the Philippines but that's okay, at least I can send them money now and somehow I know that they are in good condition now. Maybe if I have any regrets about coming here, I think it would be the promise that I told my wife. I promised my wife that I will never fuck another woman besides her. Shit, every time I feel so horny I always used my hand to ease the lust I'm feeling because every time I look for some girls to fuck I think of my wife. I feel like my conscience

“Isabella is my wife. She is the lady of this house. No one—and that includes you—will insult her.” Francesca stared at her son, shocked, as if she couldn't believe her own ears. “You… for this woman, you would defy me?” “If you force me to, then I have no choice,” Vincent said, his voice firm. The tension between mother and son was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Just then, a weak voice drifted down from the main staircase. “Grandmother… you’re finally back…” Everyone looked up. Dante, supported by two guards, was limping down the stairs. He was a pathetic sight—the bruises on his face hadn’t faded, his arm was still in a cast, and his leg was clearly not healed.

“Elena. Look at me. You told Lucian you were not fucking his dad.” My stomach flipped. “Yes.” “And you are.” I put my face in my hands. “Yes.” Raina screamed. Actual scream. Then she hit my mattress with both hands. “Are you stupid. Are you actually stupid. That is his father. That is Adrian. That is not a coworker. That is not a hot older guy at a party. That is your man’s dad.” “I know.” “No you do not know,” Zia said. “Because if you knew you would not be sitting on this floor looking like you just came from both of them.”

Lixue replied. "Which child? Is there a firstborn, second, third, fourth, or fifth?" Agent One asked. "Ah? Look at their family background," Agent Zero said. Don Emilio Gayag | His wife Doña Verna Gayag | Eldest Child — Tomas Gayag Second Child — Verna Gayag Third Child — Aiya Gayag Fourth Child — Joaquin Gayag Fifth Child — Rachel Gayag "He has five children at the age of 83? He must have been a playboy in his youth," Agent Zero said, shaking her head at what she had found out.