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His name was Dario Moratta, the eldest son of Gigio Moratta. As the son of the Vice Chairman of the Trade Union, Dario always acted with absolute impunity. He knew full well that no one would dare stand up to him, entirely due to his father's prestigious and powerful position.

Elijah added, causing Williams to nod his head since he was in support of him. "We should get out of here first. We'd discuss this later". Noah said. They soon got inside the car and left Alexander's estate with angry and offensive faces. . [Note: Noah Cassano is the second son of Cassano, and also Alexander's Uncle. Elijah Cassano is the third son of Cassano. Williams Cassano is the Fourth son of Cassano and lastly, Raymond Cassano is fifth son of Cassano]. Extrae information…. Lucas Cassano is Alexander's late father and also the first son of Cassano.

I breathed, feeling my lungs quiver with each word. Ulrich's eyes shot towards mine. Eyebrows nearly touched his hairline. "There is no fucking way I'm letting you go down there by yourself. We might not be able to hear what is happening but I can assure you, it isn't going to be pretty." "His father can be somewhere out there fighting for his fucking life and you just want to keep that from him when we can try and help?" I screeched, balling my hands into tight fists. A sheepish look passed over his face then. One of pain as well. "It's not like the guy is winning the Father of the Year award here. Let him get what is coming to him."

Asher explained. “What the heck? That was many years ago. How do you still remember?”. Anya pouted her lips in disbelief as she asked. “Of course I remembered. After all, you're my one and only little sister”. Asher concluded with a smile. . The Father Of My Twins is an original creation of mine. Warning: No one is allowed to repost/re-publish.

“And my father… he was part of this?” Adrian nodded slowly. “He was one of the founding pillars. His codename was ‘The Architect’. He was brilliant, Zara. He designed many of the protocols that still keep this world running. He wasn’t just rich… he was influential. Dangerous in a way that money can’t buy.” Zara felt a lump form in her throat. The image of her father—the man who used to read her stories, who taught her how to ride a bike, who smiled softly at dinner tables—clashing violently with this description of a powerful, shadowy figure.

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

And out of shame, I've never answered -I am anything but proud of my father's actions or the reputation he's so meticulously constructed. My father is a Warlord, and has been governing Bervon for the past two years, under the most constricting, oppressive and crippling of Iron fists -in strict resemblance of Stalin's reign in the European block states during the era of the Cold War; heavy censorship of media, voting has reverted to nothing but a delusion, and opposition or anyone who dares to attempt the slightest at toppling his goverment -which is not recognized by the appropriate global peace organisations due to the manner it was attained, -earns a one-way trip to prison or is "dealt wit

He nods, his face hard. "Not the conventional church, mind you. It is a secret association of powerful men. They hold the ultimate powers in New York, Las Vegas, Russia…everywhere. They know everything about everyone" " You mean like the CIA?" " Let's just say they're like the CIA's boss's boss's boss. I met them, told them I wanted out, and they helped me." " How?" I whisper. " With their help, I went back to Russia and killed my father. By the time I got there, however, it was too late. My mother was long dead and my siblings were already gone."

I whisper my father’s name. He’s one of the few vampires that willingly walked into the catacombs. He wouldn’t take part in Baron’s uprising against the humans. At the time, I thought my father was a fool. I wholeheartedly shared Baron’s vision for a new world order. A Utopia where all species lived in harmony, ruled over by the species at the top of the food chain. I was a fool!