Fathers And Daughters Novels & Stories

"Your mother was different. She was kind. She was honest. She was the first person who ever saw me really saw me. And I fell in love with her." I stood there, my arms crossed, my heart pounding. "She loved you too," I said. "Yes." His voice was barely above a whisper. "She did." "What happened?" He was silent for a moment. "She found something," he said. "Something she wasn't supposed to find. Documents. Files. Evidence of what my family was doing. The money. The deals. The people they'd hurt." "What were they doing?" "My father was involved in some very bad things. Money laundering. Bribery. A man was killed a business rival who refused to sell his company. My father arranged it."

"How could a father steal from his own daughter? Or is she not even considered his daughter?” “Is the Gray Corporation really that desperate now?” Outraged whispers spread among the crowd. Some female reporters expressed their disgust. “Do you only see your son as your child? What about your daughter? This is outrageous!”

"Shanon! If it weren't for the fact that your daughter had traffic value, why would I ever get involved with an old hag like you? "If it weren't for you, I'd still be lying at home making money! Today, you and your daughter can die with me!"

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

Dad froze completely. A chill seemed to climb from his feet to the top of his head. At last, he understood. The daughter who once secretly lit up over a single word of praise had disappeared. Mia Lawson had become a perfect, efficient academic machine. Dad's hand trembled. In the end, he turned and left. A suppressed sob escaped his throat. Dad locked himself in his room for a long time before coming out. His relationship with Ava deteriorated, too. Dad did not reflect on his own mistakes. Instead, he vented his anger at Ava with even more cruelty.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

Her sister Angela pipes in, “I’m pretty sure your character is impressive and I suffered it my whole sixteen years.” David, her father warns his youngest daughter, “Enough…stop already. “ Gabi clipped her words when she saw his father’s upset face. She would love to give her sister a wordy thrashing but her father glared at the two of them while his father friend watched them amusedly. “I’m sorry Bud…daughters could be a handful at times but they are really good kids you know.” Bud laughed. “Well, you should try having sons too. They are the worst. My two boys always ended with black eyes or bloodied nose.”

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

Then she looked at me, her expression calm in a way that felt completely wrong. “I trust your father’s decision,” she said. I laughed—a short, broken sound that surprised even me. “Of course you do,” I said. “Of course.” Jamal stepped forward. “I love your daughter,” he said quietly. “I’ve been good to her. I plan to take care of her and our child. If there’s something you’re afraid of, we can talk about it.” My father shook his head slowly, refusing to look at him. “No,” he said hoarsely. “You cannot marry him.”