Father Unrivaled の小説・ストーリー

I was here for his father, my incredibly handsome, rugged, and completely hot future daddy-in-law, aww! I walked toward the expansive glass wall facing the backyard, where the infinity pool was located. And right there, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly going dry at the sight before me. There you are, Daddy! Dr. Matthew Fraser! He was pacing beside the swimming pool with a phone pressed to his ear, while the other hand was holding a whiskey, his face dead serious as he spoke to whoever was on the line. But what set my dormant desires ablaze was the fact that he was completely shirtless! He was only wearing board shorts, but his aura was overpowering.

"And you are?" "I'm Hudson Reagle. My father is Zachariah," Hudson said with a fawning smile. Drake remembered that name. He nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I know your father. Well, carry on.” Although the Reagles were rich, their status was far inferior to Drake's, so they were not that close. Drake said a few perfunctory words before leaving with his subordinates in tow. Even so, Hudson felt proud of himself. He said smugly, "Did you see that? Mr. Hughes knows my father well, just as I said."

"And now, I was supposed to be sitting in the sofa, cuddling with my supposed to be wife, laughing together with our supposed to be children... But no, I'm stucked inside a chicken shitty restaurant!" Uncle Patrick was the nicest uncle I had, but he cannot escape the temptation of holding power, of having it. But still, he shouldn't have been blaming this on me, or my father, or his father -to anyone. He started chuckling, before laughing very loudly. "I was never good for them; your father was always perfect. He has the perfect wife, perfect daughter; perfect family." Then he started growling like a dog, "AND I'M GONNA RIP IT APART, STARTING WITH YOU AND YOUR LIMBS!"

Peter spit the words out like venom, his grip tightening around the glass. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t some casual fling, Jordan. We are talking about Tristan Blackwood here! The kid’s father is key to closing a major deal. I’ve worked months on this, Jordan. Months! And now, because my daughter decides she wants to play a stubborn little princess, everything is hanging by a thread.” His words hit me like a punch in my gut, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to say something I’ll regret.

"I never thought my father or my uncles cared about the family business at all." I adjusted my seatbelt and turned slightly toward him, studying the tense profile of his face, the morning light carving shadows around his eyes. "Uncle John who is Marcus's father, hasn't left his vineyard in Valentia for decades," he went on, his tone filled with disbelief. "And Uncle Louis, Anthony's father, has never been interested in anything more than drinking the wine. They always seemed perfectly happy to collect their dividends and live far away from the responsibilities that come with the Kensington name."

Exhilarated, Peter answered, "Of course I'd want him to go real hard. I want him to ravish you!" I thought, "Did you hear that, Dad?" I shot Anthony a lustful glance. Inwardly, I said, "Your son has given his command. Go harder!" I paused, letting out another moan. "I-In that case, I will go all out with my act now, darling. D-Don't call me a slut, okay?" My husband beamed. "It's all just an act anyway. Just hurry up and get in character." With that, I let myself go completely. "Hurry up, Dad. More. Don't stop."

assistant"> The water rippled softly around me as silence settled between us again. “You should hate me,” I said after a moment. “I slept with my fiancé’s father.” Then I let out a small breath before continuing. “I mean, I know Ryan isn’t exactly perfect and he already told me what he wants from our marriage. He wants to have his life, his women, and I’m supposed to be some dutiful wife.” Victor’s expression changed immediately, the calm stoic look on his face disappearing into a deep frown. “Ryan said what?” he asked sharply. “He plans to pursue other women while you’re married?”

"Uncle, I know my father was wrong, but—" A faint, mocking smile tugged at Devan's lips. "Didn't I already tell you? This is the consequence of your parents' greed, especially your father's, who has always been willing to do anything to achieve his goals. My decision is final, and no one can change it." "But, Uncle, at least let my father keep his shares! Don't leave us with nothing!" Ronan cried out in frustration.

While waiting for the restaurant to finish an order, I mindlessly opened a short-video app to kill time. Then, I heard a voice I knew all too well. I frowned and looked closer. It was my ex-wife, Shanon Reich. She was livestreaming with her influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt. Both of them were crying dramatically in front of the camera. The stream title hit me like a punch to the gut. [40°C Heat! My Daughter Is Trapped in a Car!]