Father On Shameless Novels & Stories

"Shameless!" "So what if I'm shameless! No matter how shameless I am, I'm not as shameless as your d*mned father! He has the image of loving his wife and family with a gentle temper, but he abused his wife behind her back and slept with other women. He even brought an illegitimate child home for his wife to raise! Let me tell you, if he bullies me, I'll bully his son. It can be considered repayment of a father's debt!" "Shut up!" Matteo growled.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

“Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?” “This isn’t a stand-in bride at all—it’s a homewrecker trying to steal her place, and she blew it.” My father’s face went dark. He slammed his hand on the table and jumped to his feet. “Shame on the Shaw family! Is this the son you raised—treating my daughter like a fool?” Mr. and Mrs. Shaw looked mortified, wishing they could crawl into a hole. Ethan froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events.

"You had a son. You left him with a woman who was too consumed by her own reflection to parent anything, and a man who was not his father and knew it, and you went home to your legitimate family and your legitimate daughter and your legitimate life." Mr. Whitmore's face had gone through several things while I spoke and had arrived at something that looked, with a complexity I had not fully anticipated, like shame. I had expected denial first. That was the usual sequence. The shame threw me slightly. I covered it by picking up my glass.

It seemed like she could not even hear a word of what was being said. All her attention was on his child, and this warmed his heart. He looked up to see his father had been watching him this whole time, watching Miss Shaw. He felt embarrassment, and that gave way to rage. “Could you even hear me?” His father said, and gave him a coy, knowing smile, and Cal was about ready to explode. His father giving him that look was the biggest insult ever. His father was a known womanizer from his younger days. Why would he give him a knowing look like they were comrades, like he knew his son planned to treat Miss Shaw anyway less than honorably?

My father stepped into the room right then, his eyes narrowing the moment they landed on me, “So, this is where you’ve been. While the whole family is being dragged through the mud because of you.” “What… what are you talking about?” I gasped, confused, clutching my side where the pain hadn’t faded. “You shameless thing.” My father growled, eyes filled with disgust, “We did everything for you, gave you a roof over your head, and this is how you repay us? You’ve made us the laughing stock of the entire town. You think we won’t pay for what you’ve done? First you sleep around like a slut and now this?!” “I don’t… What are you talking about? What did I do?!”

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

He simply flung her aside with one hand, and kept the muzzle pointed at his head, regret and disgust creeping into his voice as he looked at me. "Rather than being known as the father of such a disgraceful daughter who has eloped from the pack and brought shame to our family, I would choose death! I can't live with the shame of knowing that all my efforts have resulted in my daughter being a characterless slut.” "No…" I whispered, the word hoarse in my throat, feeling my legs shaking. This couldn't be real, oh Moon Goddess! Please tell me this isn't real. “No! Dad, what are you doing?!” Gemini screamed, her face pale.

His father continued in anger, "And on top of that, you come home drunk. You are a useless son. I don't know what sin I committed that you were born into our family. You embarrass us wherever we go. I feel ashamed just because you're my son. You never make me proud like Dhruv." Ahaan's anger welled up at his father's last statement, and he responded, "Stop it, Dad! I know I am at fault. I know I should be more careful. My carelessness cost crores but please sttop comparing me to Dhruv. I'm tired of all this. I'm sorry I can't be the son you want, but I am who I am. I'm Ahaan, not Dhruv. I can't be perfect like him. I admit I'm an imperfect man with no talent, but you know what? I won't let y

Sam felt humiliated and ashamed, just like she did that night Jeff dumped her. “Now what do you think will happen to this company when this fling you’ve tricked him into inevitably falls apart,” Her father asked with a condescending tone. Sam bit her lip, not sure what to say to appease her father. “Did you forget what happened with Jeff, the disaster that was…for the both of us?” He demanded and she looked at him horrified, how he could mention Jeff there in front of David like that. “No father I didn’t forget but David…” she started, but her father cut her off.