Father Unrivaled Novels & Stories

My father, Theron, had spent the morning reminding me to stand straight, to smile at the right elders, and to remember that every movement I made reflected the strength of our bloodline. I'd done that all morning and it wasn't only boring then but totally irritating, with elders telling you about how they were present when you were born. I had slipped away from the stagnant air of the main marquee, seeking the relative cool of the willow trees near the lake. That was when I saw him…Jax Vane. He wasn’t the Alpha yet, just the young Alpha and had come with his father. He was the son of ofcourse Silas Vane, the most feared Alpha in the Northern territories, a man whose reputation for cold disci

I stared into my father's smug face, the disgusting reality of his scheme clicking into place. All that grand speech about saving my mother's life—all those vicious insults calling me ungrateful and despicable—had been nothing more than a calculated performance. He had refused to help me, withheld her medication, and staged a crisis for one single reason: to corner me and force my hand into securing a contract with the Sterling Group. After my desperate phone call yesterday, he had assumed I was completely trapped. He never imagined I could raise $100,000 on my own in less than twenty-four hours. In his mind, he held absolute leverage over my mother's life.

If ever, he was smiling at me. “He’s a billionaire yet you keep on ordering him around,” I muttered to Uncle Tomas ass we watched Ajax to the side. Uncle Tomas scoffed, “Psh, your father also endured this before he even had the chance to court your mother.” I blinked, “He did?” Uncle Tomas nodded, “Yes and you see, your father, used to golden spoon, and having everything around him in an instant snap didn’t have it easy. He struggled so hard, he didn't even know how to cook, clean, or even wash the dishes when he came for your mother’s hand.”

she whispered. I nodded, trying to convey with my eyes how fucking sexy she looked. Raven’s footsteps were already coming back, and I’d run out of time to say or do anything else. “So, Dad might have screwed up Thanksgiving,” Raven announced, poking the turkey with a butter knife. Lanie sputtered, coughed, and laughed all in the space of two seconds. “What?” My face heated. “Way to throw the only father you’ll ever have under the bus. Need I remind you I’ve been a little busy building a company my whole life. Excuse me if I haven’t had time to learn how to cook.”

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

I question angrily, to which he grits his teeth and admonishes me, "You should not be speaking with your rivals." Dismissing his statement, I respond, "He is not my rival." My father shoots me a surprised glance, clearly taken aback by my defiance. "Raya, your uncle is correct. That man is our rival, and you bear the Sinclair name. It's a generational rivalry," my father explains. While I grasp the gravity of his words, I believe there are appropriate ways to address such matters, and my uncle's rudeness towards me is unsettling. Despite this, he continues to grip my arm tightly, causing me discomfort.

“So if there’s anything I need to know... anything at all... please tell me. Don’t let me face him blind, uncertain, and afraid.” The silence that followed felt like a storm trapped inside four walls. Her uncle finally exhaled a breath that trembled at the edges and stared at her as though memorizing her face for the last time. “They say he never discriminates,” he began quietly. “Whether it's a woman or a man in front of him... it doesn’t matter. He once strangled his ex-wife with his bare hands. And then there was the former director of the agency his own father. After everything that happened, somehow he’s the only one still standing, healthy and whole, now seated in his father’s position

"I don't want you to make the mistake that your father did." "I'm not my father uncle I know what's best for me.I'm getting married and no one will convince me otherwise.My father made decisions with his heart,I don't I see things for what it is and what it can be.I'll never make the mistake of giving a woman more than I can give." "Never say never son.Love can blind us all."His uncle said. "And it hits us when we least expect it to."His aunt added."I support you Bruno and congratulations,you did good for a change."He smiled.

“You’re such a jerk at talking just like your father. Get out of my sight and take care of that woman.” Instead of sulking at his uncle, he stood up smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m still handsome, and I’m still your blood, even though you denied that I was your son.” Travis just laughed at his nephew and he reminded him of what happened when he was little. Even though he always exiled him to another country with his father, he didn't consider him other people. He also gives everything and now his nephew has his own business. He is proud of Tristan because he is not like his father who only wants instant business and is selfish. His nephew tried to have his own business. Of course, he supported hi