Father Unrivaled Novels & Stories

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."

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?”

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!]

Then he paused. "None of this happens alone," he said. His voice had shifted — more deliberate now, each word placed with specific intention. "The strength of any institution is not in the individual standing at the front of it. It's in the people standing beside them." He looked to his right. "Derek." He said it without irony. Without the edge that might reasonably have been expected from a man who had been kept secret by the same family he was now naming publicly. "My nephew," he said. "Who had run this company along my late father with commitment and intelligence. I want him beside me as we move forward."

If my father says I will not get the crown, then Uncle Hero would make sure that I don't get the crown. Even though Uncle Hero is in charge of Civilian Relations and is a well known and respected royal amongst the people, he still lacks a backbone when it comes to my father. Uncle Jeremy had told me that Uncle Hero used to be an up eight man who followed his beliefs. But after his wife died giving birth to his son Jeremaya, he became a shell of a man, always letting father have his way. If Uncle Jeremy manages to get Hero Great on my team, that would be great. But knowing Uncle Hero, it will be impossible to make him go against my father.

Adam’s voice cut in, low and commanding. I gripped the doorknob so tightly it hurt. Not a mistake. Not a rumor. Not even a mistress. His wife. “We need her,” Adam continued, his voice persuasive. “If I leave her now, her father won’t pass the company to me. Our firm only makes a profit because people know I’m his son-in-law. When the old man dies, I’ll be the owner. I’ll merge the companies. Hopefully, my uncle will agree to partner with us then. We’ll be billionaires.”