Father Middray Novels & Stories

Marcus didn’t mention anything about his parent and he was not a mushroom who would suddenly appear after a rain! “My father is still alive and well, but it’s very seldom that we saw each other.” Philip Madrigal, his father, used to be a petty gangster who rose to power because of his wits and smart brain. He was known for his business prowess and for using his connections in the gang to always win when there was a bidding involving a government project. After he became very wealthy, he ran his business remotely and lived peacefully in the town of Daanbantayan. “Then you should see him more often especially when he’s already old, Marcus.” She told him to treasure the time that his father was

“You should be very thankful for your father. You almost found yourself in jail tonight.” “I’m sorry, Mom.” I placed my hands on his face and looked into his eyes. He had grown into the embodiment of his father. I’m not sure I contributed any genes at all. “And you’ve had Maddy scared sick.” As I finished, a little pair of footsteps came down the stairs. Seconds later, Madeleine was in the living room. “Caty!” she exclaimed, running forward. At only three years old, she adored her eldest brother. He was her role model, which only made getting arrested every few days worse.

Tomorrow’s another big day for me because tomorrow I’m going to smuggle out the biggest shipment of drugs in American history. You might be wondering by now, who am I and what is my business. Well… My name is Vincent Louis Burke and I’m the mafia king of America. My grandfather was the first mafia leader to rule over the world, then my father and now me. It’s kind of our family business now.

– he says, crouching down in the man’s face. - And who is your father? You are very outdated, dear sir. Everyone knows how my father and Miss Scott's future husband are. - David, stop immediately. - My father owns the Campbell empire. What your tiny dick can do aguest that? The man's eyes opened in a way that seemed like they would pop out of their sockets. He turned white as chalk, and with his mouth dry, he tried, in vain, to swallow. I stand up to Sarah's furious gaze but ignore her. Stretching out my hand, I helped the man up, who didn't even remember that his nose was broken and his shirt was soaked with blood.

She saw the resemblance between him and Tyler so she concluded he was Tyler’s father. Tyler ran to his father’s side. “Aunt Maddie, meet my Daddy. Daddy, aunt Maddie makes the best cakes ever.” He smiled then stretched out his hand to Maddie. “Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” She returned his shake. Maddie could tell he was a Billionaire. She could feel it, smell it and see it on him. She hugged Naomi and whispered in her ear. “You never told me he was this hot.” Naomi blushed.

Adair nodded then got the conclusion, “you were pregnant before meeting me” Griffin doesn’t know what to say when the door again opens, there are no bodyguards just two men standing in front of Villa but she felt safe knowing she is in between Adair and Gatlin. Griffin looked at the middle age man coming from outside he had knocked that two bodyguards alone without fear coming in. “Mr. Madison, why are you here” Adair asked with a smile knowing why Ford is here and Griffin also recognise the man as the father of rapist.

she scolds me. I laugh at her. “Of course, I missed you Madi…” I say hugging her tightly. She hugged me back. “You better or daddy will give you a spanking…” she warns. I smile… Madison was only five years old. Brandon made it clear early on he wasn’t interested in the fight for my inheritance. He is a well-respected therapist and has a husband who works for a small law firm that handles property disputes. When I said I kind of get along with him meant, I like his daughter and my mom babysits her sometimes. My mom knew about my father’s affairs but unlike the rest Brandon’s mother was actually her best friend her betrayal hurt more than my father cheating. His mother passed on when Brandon w

"Find out exactly what documents they were discussing." "On it, sir," Marco said, nodding once before slipping back through the curtain. I looked at Alexander, noting the sudden shift in his demeanor. The name Marcus Sterling sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it within the corporate hierarchy of the city. "Alexander? Who is Marcus?" Alexander didn't answer right away. He picked up his glass again, but he didn't drink. His grip on the crystal was so tight I thought it might shatter. "My uncle," he said finally, his voice devoid of any warmth. "The man who helped your father execute the fraudulent contracts that bankrupted my mother twenty years ago. He vanished after the company co

But he didn’t. Marcus continued smoothly, crediting his team in vague terms, then raised his glass toward the VIP section. “And of course, a special acknowledgement to Mr. Damien Voss—my father. Your guidance and investment made this possible. Thank you.” Damien Voss sat there, powerful, silver-haired and imposing, giving only a slight nod. No smile. Diane’s hands tightened in her lap. Still no mention of her. Not even a passing “my wife helped organize this.” She pushed the disappointment down. Maybe he was saving the best for last.

I pretended; gosh, my cheeks were painful right now from all the blowing. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow and did that thing that always made my clit twitch in excitement. “You were cleaning?” He sounded surprised, and that's because of my situation. Gerald, or let me say, Dad, was my mother's husband; they got married five years ago after she quit the p**n industry. Oh yeah, my mother was a p**n star. Well, Gerald apparently ran the company she worked for, hence the reason he had so many videos to edit. From what I've picked up with their conversations with Mom, he edited best, and despite his company being worth a billion dollars, he did it himself.