Father Middray Novels & Stories

Charlotte: "Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does.

He turns to her and signs somewhere with his head, and begins to walk towards that direction. Candace walks with her daddy impatiently, she can't wait for him to take her again. Also this time she has no intent to let him leave before morning. A baby girl should stay with her daddy, shouldn't she?

She was as strong as two men put together when it came to combat. “How was Uganda?” I asked. Ever since we both signed out of college, Maddie had been in the habit of travelling from one third world country to another, immersing herself in one charity outreach to another. It was not a shocker. Her father, a rubber magnate, had been a passionate philanthropist who had hundreds of charity organizations around the world.

It was as if she could hear his father’s unspoken thoughts, as if she could bridge the gap between their worlds. Adam’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He turned back to his father, a small smile forming on his lips. “Dad, I’ve made a decision,” he began, his voice steady and resolute. “I’m leaving the mafia world behind. I’ve found hope in Mariah, and in the possibility of you waking up from this coma.” His father’s eyes, though unseeing, seemed to radiate an understanding of Adam’s words. It was as if his spirit was still present, locked within the confines of his motionless body. Adam continued, his voice growing stronger with each word.

Forget everything because I was getting married to someone didn't love. Mom and I talked for a few minutes when my dad walked in, he was wearing a tuxedo. He seemed happy, but his eyes said something else. Both hugged me and assured me I'd be fine. The moment arrived. I was nervous, my palms had turned cold, and I felt liquid dripping down. I nodded when the stepmom to the groom came to ask if everything was okay, her name was Marcela Romero. A classy lady, I failed to believe she had older children. She was still beautiful and well-kept… I also met Erin's husband. Mr. Armando Romero. He was a little scary with a dark, frightening aura from a distance when he was talking to my father. His do

Daddy asked, making me more confused. "Daddy please explain to me." I pleaded with my dad who moves closer to me. "He owns Galiano corporation." Dad said, making me almost jerk up from my seat. "But Mr Miguel owns it, it's under his name." I asked. "Miguel is his best friend so Miguel works for him as the CEO." Wow, this is just so unbelievable. Everything dad was saying was still coming to me as a shock. "You are trying to say I am getting engaged to a billionaire." I asked, feeling so happy for my future and at the same time surprised that Enzo is this rich but pretends not to have half the wealth he claims to have.

The gesture was possessive, a public declaration of absolute dominance that sent an electric shock through every socialite watching from the lounge. “Your stepmother’s name is Mrs. Vance, Julian,” Arthur said, his eyes finally locking onto the young man with a terrifying, absolute dismissal. “And she does not need to destroy the family name. She is the family name. Your mother’s old board coalition was dismantled at 9:00 AM this morning. The Henderson accounts in Grand Cayman have been frozen by federal authorities following an anonymous tip with the cryptographic ledger keys. Your uncle, Thomas Henderson, is currently being investigated for inheritance fraud.”

I don’t know why, but I expected Adrian to have a place in the city, closer to where he must do business. If I’m going to work here, I have to know. “Grace, how do you know Adrian?” I ask her. She looks at me and shrugs as if puzzled about why I would ask such a thing and says in a soft voice, “He’s my daddy.” Daddy? Does Adrian have a secret daughter no one knows about? I feel like Julian would have mentioned a little sister. Then again, he didn’t tell me he was the son of a billionaire either, so heaven only knows what else he isn’t telling me about.

[Late-Night Tragedy: Drunk Elderly Man Crossing the Street, Innocent Young Pianist Involved] The article painted my father as a drunken old man who ignored traffic rules. Snow was depicted as a terrified, kind-hearted musical prodigy.

“Because you’re not.” The meaning hits me at once. “Adrian, no. It's too much to ask, you have your job here.” “I can transfer it. And no, it's not too much, Lena. You're my best friend.” I let his words wash over me for a moment. “Will you really move with us?” Adrian shrugs lightly. “Elena, I’ve been Uncle Addy since the day Maya was born,” he says with a small smile. “And I plan to keep that title.”