Father Middray Novels & Stories

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

At least not this time. "Oh," my father says, pointing his glass in all directions. "You already know everyone, except him, who's part of MAMA ÁFRICA, the NGO my daughter was a part of. Now he's a member of the same golf club as me and hangs out at the café. He may no longer be my daughter's boss, but he has become a dear friend of the family."

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.

I should be happy and thankful and I was. My eyes trailed over the gorgeous man whose hand gripped my wrist tighter as he tugged me down the streets of Milan, saying something about the buildings we would be going to see next. Theodore Blackwell was golden to me, I never thought I would be in this deep. I should have stopped while I could, god I should have ended this between us while I could. My father was everything until he killed himself. Mother was barely there as I grew. Damon was my world, until the asshole sunk me into debt and disappeared into thin air. The sunlight caught the strands of his thick dark hair, making them shimmer in the light. Theodore was golden to me.

"No worries My Lord, I am no one important. So it does not bother me one bit." Alessandro scrunched his face up in disapproval and showed his displeasure at what she said. "Why would you think you were not important. Your father is a High Council Member and the only one that high in station to have children. Let alone your father is the eldest amongst our kind..." Maddie looked at her grandfather and she showed him the sadness in her eyes.

I slammed against the iron gate. “Open this gate! Open it now!” I screamed. The officers inside turned their heads. One came forward slowly. “What’s the matter, miss?” “What have you done to my father?” I cried, my voice cracking. “Where is Papi? What have you done to him?” The officer’s face softened at the sight of my tears. “Calm down, young lady. Who is your father?” “Carlos Nakuru,” I said, choking on the words. “He owns the little restaurant by the old cathedral. The one you burnt down!”

After a moment, the Great Father himself strode through. The Great Father was a large man, tall and wide and built like a linebacker. He was older than Billie's daddy, probably in his fifties, and he held himself like the son of God that he was. Unlike the other men of the compound, the Great Father wore all black, it set him apart and reminded everyone that he was their connection to the almighty, he was the reason they all lived together in harmony, why they'd devoted themselves to Father's Pride. He stood before them with his hands on his hips. "Girls, you have no idea how proud I am to finally have you all before me."

[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.