Father Unrivaled Novels & Stories

He didn't even like making cars so I couldn't understand why he was so desperate to head the company alone. This same thing happened with my father and Uncle Bart senior, but my uncle got outvoted by the rest of the family because he was "too softhearted" to carry on with the family business. In my opinion, Uncle Bart was not the loser the family try so desperately to portray him as. Instead, he's a hero, he gave up everything to be a better dad to Nicholas and Bart Jr and that to me was a smart move - unlike our father, that did everything to win his brother and dumped us with our mother.

The next morning, I tried to order takeout, but my card declined. “Cutting me off from money I worked for is crazy,” I muttered to myself as I sat up on the couch. Rafael, who was opposite me, laughed. “Did they disown you too?” “Your father only dares to disown you because he has another son whom he can put the pressure on.” “Your uncle and cousin?” “My uncle is incompetent. Ivan isn’t interested in the family business.” “So what you’re saying is that you’re irreplaceable?”

I think that was as much as my father could take of Trevor trying to ruin my reputation. Before anyone could do anything, my father was holding Trevor by the throat with his feet off the ground. At first, Trevor still looked arrogant as he tried to power his way out of my father’s hold. He should have known that my father’s strength is legendary. My father is the deadliest warrior in the kingdom. The king has called on my father to handle difficult rogues. You can’t get out of my father’s hold unless he lets you go. My mother, me, and alpha Conner try to calm my daddy down. I plead with my father to let Trevor go. My father is not listening to any of us.

Uncle was the first one to go with the introduction. "I am Niketan Arora, your father-in-law by relation but just like your father. I have known your father. We used to be good friends when he was alive. He was really a good man and I feel proud that Rohit's daughter has become my daughter-in-law. And one more thing about me, I am a retired IRS officer." I was stunned. Uncle knew dad, he used to be friends with him. My eyes filled with tears hearing the mention of dad but I blinked them away. I felt aunty caressing my hair while I gave a sad smile to her.

Father’s Return They didn’t hear the door open. But they heard his voice. “Such a sentimental scene.” Grace spun, gun raised. Roland Armond. Older now. Greyer. But still dangerous. His dark suit was spotless. His eyes glittered with contempt and familiarity. Noah stepped between them, weapon raised. “Don’t,” Roland said calmly. “You think I didn’t expect this? My son, my daughter united by hatred. How poetic.” “You’re not our father,” Grace hissed.

I finally grab the other glass of rum sitting on the table, I drink it all in one gulp, “If I was so helpless, weak, and in need of a knight in shining armor, I wouldn’t be the person in your father’s mind that can save you in your misery.” So, at the same time, I am flattered and offended by Uncle Naveen. But it’s also the flaw that can be seen in him. The inconsistency. Why can’t he just admit that he can’t hustle the way I do? Oh, well. “Well done, Aurella. The rumors are true. Unique has long been dead, and Aurella is a whole new person. I think I miscalculated some of my moves. I think I… underestimated you.” He smirks as he adjusts his posture in the leather couch he’s sitting on.

His voice was a low, rolling sound like distant artillery. Julian turned to face his father, his chest heaving, his hands pressed to his sides as if trying to hold himself together. “Father... she’s insane. She’s... she’s a demon. She knows things... she’s tracking us... she’s trying to destroy the family name—” Arthur didn't look at him. He walked around the table, his hand reaching out to rest flat against the back of Evelyn’s chair. The gesture was possessive, a public declaration of absolute dominance that sent an electric shock through every socialite watching from the lounge.

Chyntia looked down, then replied weakly, "It's not like that, my husband. I'm afraid that rubbish son-in-law will influence Grandpa Sanjaya. In the end, he will take the inheritance that should be fully for our family alone." Bobby shifted his gaze from the TV screen to his wife's face. Their eyes clashed. Two pairs of evil eyes that stabbed each other, giving each other a bad impression, eyes that always threatened the low people below them and suspected even those who were good to them. "You're right, wife! But, there's an important secret that you all don't know. Only my father and I know it. If you hate Stefan because he doesn't have a clear family tree, has amnesia, and has embarrassed

Dad said as he sat down, helping himself to a few slices of pizza. “Yes, I'll be there on time,” Uncle replied between bites. I glanced between them, curiosity getting the best of me. “Are you both going somewhere?” “Yes,” Uncle chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I'm taking you to my farmhouse for some fresh air.” “Dad?” I looked at him, questioning whether he would be joining us or not. As I turned my gaze to my right, I met Uncle Harrison's eyes. In that fleeting moment, our eyes locked, and I felt a surge of nerves and excitement, silently communicating our unspoken understanding about the intimate evening ahead of us, away from prying eyes.

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.