Father Middray Novels & Stories

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

Indeed, I am aware of why they’ve been summoned but I couldn’t bring myself to say because I couldn’t bear to hurt Madeline. “It’s nothing, Madeline. My father just wants to have a word with them.” I lied. “What about?” she pressed. I didn’t know what else to say or what other lie to use so I signaled Joshua and he ushered them out. “We’ll be back soon, Maddy,” Drake winked. He still has time to flirt. I scoffed. This guy is what foolish? Or overconfident? And what’s with the nickname? Why is he calling Madeline, Maddy? And why did she not speak against it? Are they acquainted? Is that why he took Zelda’s side, earlier?

Mr Frederick stood up to leave for the bedroom. Drake knew he won't be seeing the old lady! The next conversation should be between he and Bay Sanders. But Drake wasn’t sure he was ready to go on a marital journey with Bay not to talk of accepting the fact that he would be a father soon.

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.

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

"The Montgomery and Vance families are finally merging. This is a big day for the company." *For the company.* Right. That was always my father’s priority. The Montgomery inheritance—the massive shares left to me by my late mother—was the real prize here. Julian’s family needed the merger to save their failing shipping business, and my father wanted to expand his empire. But I didn't care about the business. I loved Julian. Or at least, I thought I did. "I'll give you a few minutes to touch up your makeup. Don't be late," my father said before walking away, closing the heavy wooden door behind him.

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.

My father was a judge, but he fell in love with a killer. His lover ran my grandparents down with her car. He found her not guilty in court. At the time, his power was absolute. No one dared to go against him. That homewrecker lived in luxury and got whatever she asked for. My mother lost both her parents, suffered betrayal, and was driven mad by everyone's ridicule. Thirty years passed. I fought with everything I had and became a Supreme Court justice. During graduation season, I sat on the interview panel as presiding justice. Across from me was a poised, immaculate young woman. She was the finest graduate the law school had produced this year. Looking at that familiar face, I glanced