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“Yes. Our child.” In that moment, I thought of my father. I knew that if he were watching, he would be happy for me. To celebrate, Vincent decided to take me to Italy for a vacation. We were going to his ancestral home in Sicily, the very birthplace of the Moretti family.

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

father asked shocked , means also didn't know about her . " he was never married to anyone before you then how can he has a daughter ! " father said confused . " maybe he has a secret affair with someone or secret marriage anything but Oni is biological daughter because she is just a carbon copy of him " I said and told him everything about Oni .. how adorable she is and what place she has made in my heart in such a short period of time .. soon I bid goodbye to father and with last time looking my mother I slide in the car to wait outside oni's school .

Someone whom my son was asking all these years. Him, staring at me intently from the kitchen door. His fascinating grey eyes scanned me yet the rapid movement of his Adams apple bothered me more. I watched how his slender fingers adjusted his tie before he walked away. He was not so close earlier but I could still smell his addictive manly scent. It was him! One of the most handsome and powerful CEO in the world. A hot yet cold man that both men and women aim to have ever since before. Black De Villa, ------- the father of my son.

I told her to hurry up because their launch would come any moment from now. Junior do you know this man? No I haven’t seen him in my life before. That is my father His Imperial Majesty Sir Justice Maclean. Daddy we thank God that you are alive. I can see that you are getting your strength back. My father looked at Junior and said I don’t know you but I can see you through the image of your father.

My grandparents believed I was a bad omen for the family, but my father never agreed. To him, I am a blessing from heaven. I know he exaggerates sometimes, but I have never felt like a bad omen. I am happy—and my father taught me how to live life that way. “You like him?” My father’s eyes sparkle when he notices the picture on my bed. I nod, smirking. “Now would you like to tell me who he is?” I ask, resting my head against the headboard. “He is Vincenzo Accardi, brother of King Lorenzo Accardi,” my father says, smiling at the picture. I nod, but then his smile fades slightly.

"He needed to know. It was different." "Different how?" she asked. "Because he's my father," I said. "And I wanted to go to him the same day. That was important for both of us." Nova was quiet for a moment. When she looked at me again her eyes were bright. "You're going to be a mother," she said. "Yes," I said. My throat did something complicated. "Aria." “Mm.” She crossed the room and pulled me into a hug that lasted longer than either of us planned. When she pulled back her eyes were wet and she pointed at me before I could speak.

A message from my father popped up. [Don't go spreading nonsense. You're my only child, and your mom's the only woman I've ever had!] I let out a sigh of relief. My father was famous for being completely devoted to my mother. If she so much as sighed, he would act like he had committed a crime. So this "Violet Neel" was obviously a fake. "Are you still not leaving?" I said, looking at the man. "You really want security to drag you out?"

My father grabbed the back of my neck and placed his forehead against mine. “I’m so proud of the young man who is standing before me right now. You, Jackson, are my son but so much more than even that. You’re an amazing mate and leader. You’ll make an honorable and resilient King who puts their people first no matter what. Just don’t forget that you have an entire army of friends and family to rely on because you’re not alone.” My father rarely cursed and rarely showed the depth of the emotion that he was showing to me right now.

The day he got hold of his consciousness, he was only known to one thing. Just one feeling. One emotion. One purpose. One mission. His father. He had vowed to devote his life to serve his father who was his everything. A teacher, a friend, a mentor. He was the greatest human for him to ever walk in his life. And he was thankful to God just for one thing; his father. If God would have decided for him to be born in a poorer and much lower family, he'd have happily agreed. But with only condition. His father would be same in that life as well. He was the only man Moosa could never compromise on. His father was the reason he made relations, broke relations. His friendships, the people who he mos