Father Unrivaled Novels & Stories

“Because you’re not.” The meaning hits me at once. “Adrian, no. It's too much to ask, you have your job here.” “I can transfer it. And no, it's not too much, Lena. You're my best friend.” I let his words wash over me for a moment. “Will you really move with us?” Adrian shrugs lightly. “Elena, I’ve been Uncle Addy since the day Maya was born,” he says with a small smile. “And I plan to keep that title.”

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here. Let me guess—you’re trying to use my father to pressure me? Get him to force me to marry you?” I didn’t answer, just watched him quietly as he continued his little performance. “Listen here, you bitch,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “I’d rather die than marry you. That bullshit marriage contract your dead father left behind means nothing to me. I’m the Moretti heir, not your slave!” His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks. “Let go,” I said, my voice soft but cold. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it?”

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

She actually thought that he would just ignore her question. "Who'd do such a heartless thing?". Mina asked, deep down, she was feeling angry in place of Alexander. "My Uncles". A bitter laugh escaped Alexander's lips when he replied to Mina. He isn't the kind of person to talk about this to anyone, but here he is, willingly discussing his problem and sharing his troubles with Mina. "If they wanted the company so badly, they should have just taken it. Why did they have to kill my father?". He faced Mina as he spoke harshly.

“Not just the rules or the status games. But because of your father. And the people he chose to align himself with.” “I know he’s not exactly winning any father-of-the-year awards,” I muttered, sinking into one of the chairs. “But he can’t be that bad. Can he?” My uncle turned slowly, and something in his expression made me go still. “Kid, you have no idea.” His voice had gone cold. “I put up with it for years. I watched him make deals with the worst kinds of wolves… and not just wolves. I tried talking sense into him, but it was like arguing with a wall made of pride and poison.”

His eyes locked on Marcus’s as if weighing bone. The twist of it—this demand that felt like a dare, both challenge and invitation—cut the air. It startled me because it contained a paradox I hadn’t expected: my father, who had always been a fortress of control, asking a man he’d once feared to offer up what made him powerful in order to prove the depth of his love. Marcus didn’t flinch. Instead he laughed—a soft, incredulous sound that had no humor in it but everything in it at once. “Offer up everything?” he asked. “That’s a brutal test, Tom.”

He attributed his success in growing the family company to the discipline instilled by his father, recognizing that without that stern guidance, he might not have achieved the level of success the company had attained. His aspiration was for his sons to evolve into formidable men capable of conquering the world, mirroring his own success. Justin's obstinate nature during his upbringing created constant friction with his father, in stark contrast to the more compliant Nicholas. The strained relationship, now exacerbated by Justin's presumed demise, left Mr. Hemsworth with profound regrets about not being a better father to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” “I’m not.” My father responds. “This benefits our pack. Once William is married, we will finally become the strongest pack in the United States. This is what you were always wanting, and I’m simply achieving your dream.” “Stop this foolishness.” Uncle Hamilton snaps. Moving forward, he attempts to help unchain me, but stops as my father grabs him and pulls him away. “I can’t let you do that, Hamilton.” He says slowly, hanging on to Uncle Hamilton’s shoulder. “This is for the best, and one day you’ll...”

“My father was the second son. He was never next in line to the throne after my grandfather. My elder uncle always believed in harmony and peace. He believed in forgiving, he believed in letting in people, giving them shelter and food.” “You mean the rouges?” “Yes. My father never liked it that way. He craved for power and he believed fear to be the only way how one could be more powerful. When people fear you, they respect you. My mother was also an insane woman; madly in love with my dad. She was so blindly in love that she thought all his methods to be correct and supported him all the way. And when my parents were busy being lunatics, I was raised by my uncle. He didn’t have any mate so

a The Vulture only came to the funeral for the reading of his will. I had watched with silent observation as my uncle stood close to my father’s lawyer whispering things in his ears as the pastor preached long about my father and the good deed he had done. If there is any man I respect in my life, it is my father and not just because he is my father. It is all because of the kind of man he is. He was a philanthropist; always helping the needy and poor. It is one of the reasons he founded Carrie’s foundation. He believes so much in his family even when they are nothing but disappointing. It is hard not to love him. Yet, people had taken him for granted.