Father On Shameless Novels & Stories

“Maybe Isabella should find someone else.” Every time, he’d used the noble excuse of “respecting his late mother” to humiliate me. And now, this “devoted son” was dishonoring the memory of his dead mother in the filthiest way imaginable. “Once that little bookworm finally gives up, I’ll be free,” Dante’s insults continued. “My father can’t force me to marry some piece of trash nobody wants.” Scarlett’s laughter was sharp and piercing. “Are you sure she’ll stop chasing you, darling?”

I quickly wiped the tears that manage to escape from my eyes. “Don't waste your breath on this thing, honey.” My father said as he looked at me with disgust. I was brought to the middle of the pack as a trophy of shame for everyone to see and hear the crimes that I didn't even commit. My father stepped forward, asking everyone to gather around. “Today, my daughter has done something so shameful that even I, her father, can't speak of it.” He paused, and the crowd began to whisper around. “She tried to seduce me, her Alpha, into doing something so despicable.”

My dad was shaking his head as he grabbed some lasagna. “Pat,” I said quietly, “you gotta take that picture down.” “I’m working on it,” he replied. “Give me ten minutes.” “I hope it stays down,” I muttered. “I’m embarrassed.” My dad looked at me like I was crazy. “Why? She should be the one who's embarrassed. Talia looked like a twig with boobs glued on.” I sighed. “Dad... ” “Son,” he continued, unfazed, “you’re built like me. Ain’t no shame in our game.”

I turned to the reporter who I was sure was paid. “What? Your mother would be so ashamed to have a son who could easily shame a woman just as yourself. I wonder if your father had thrown away all his reasoning the moment, he tasted what was between her legs and gave birth to a shameful person like you. He must be so ashamed to have even slept with your mother,” I fired back harshly. For a moment, they were all dumbfounded and simply stared at me. But before they could recover, I continued.

"If Shawn heard what you said, you would be beaten severely, even if it's his own son." "Tch, I'm even more arrogant in front of him!" "That's right. After all, he is your father. Shawn is famous for his aloofness and arrogance. You will be just like him." Joshua curled his lips. "Hmph. No."

“This is too shameful.” My hand flew to my mouth as a broken sound tore from my throat. My knees gave out, and I sank to the ground, dirt staining my clothes as sobs forced their way out despite my effort to hold them back. My chest burned with every breath, grief crashing over me in violent waves. My father was gone. Gone because of shame. Gone because of Callum. Gone because I had failed to save either of them in time. Above me, laughter rippled. “Oh dear,” Hilda said lightly. “I didn’t think it would hit you so hard.”

she said, voice flat. Inside, my father sat in the living room, newspaper open across his lap. He didn’t stand. “You’re home,” he said. No warmth, no embrace. “It’s temporary.” Mother sighed, arms crossed. “We saw the news. The shame you brought on this family.” “I didn’t cheat.” Father folded the paper with slow, deliberate movements. “Doesn’t matter. People talk. Our name is ruined because of you.” Every day was the same. Breakfast at the small kitchen table. Mother stirring tea, eyes hard. “How could you disgrace us like this? After everything we sacrificed?”

The twitch was minimal but the threat in it was massive. "I can clearly see why my son has chosen you to be his Queen. These daring eyes and this porcelain doll face with..." His eyes again took a tour of my body shamelessly "after all he is my son" his smirk widened. The 'disgusting' word can not describe the character of this father and his son. I want to punch him right now. Is everyone the same here? What kind of people are they? Chuavinistc, controlling, shameless, bloody... He cut me off before I could appreciate him more.

Then “Leo.” My father’s voice immediately made my body tense. “What kind of disgrace and shame have you brought upon this family?” I froze “What?” My grip tightened around my phone. “Father, what are you talking about?” “Do not play stupid with me.” My confusion only grew“I haven’t done anything.” “You.” His voice was cold “You have embarrassed me.” I stood there, completely lost. “Embarrassed you? How?” I asked, my confusion clear in my tone. Then he said the words that made everything stop.

The sheer scale of the humiliation was too much for the elite to process quietly. My father was completely undone. He stood frozen, staring up at the screens, his mouth agape. The image of his son looking at a man with such pure, unguarded affection seemed to break something vital in him. His fury evaporated, replaced by a stark, absolute shame. He looked small and defeated on his own stage. Serena watched the devastation spread. She waited until the sheer volume of the audience’s reaction peaked. Then, she stepped back to the microphone, her silver gown glittering under the harsh presentation lights.