Felicia Hardy Son Novels & Stories

He read the documents and found out that Happy’s real name. Felicity Mondragon is 22 years old. Filipino. The only daughter of Helena and Gregorio Mondragon. Her parents cast her away after knowing that she got pregnant when she was 16 years old and delivered a baby boy at seventeen. She has a son named Apollo Mondragon, four years old. Felicity is a single parent, living in a small apartment nearby the club she was working. She also had a tailoring shop before, but it was closed at the moment since she didn’t have any clients. Because of the rumors about her work, her business shut down. At the age of 18, she entered as a waitress at one of Mr. Tan’s clubs. Later on, she became a stripper.

As Xara prepared to leave, Bradley blocked her way, asking, "Dr. Sadler, can I see Felix?" "Felix is your son. If he wants to see you, I have no objections." Choked, Bradley didn't know what to say. "I'll ask him," she said. After consulting Felix, Xara arranged for him to meet Bradley. Father and son sat face to face. Felix sat upright, displaying an unusual maturity for his age mirrored in Bradley's face. "Felix," Bradley began. Felix looked up at Bradley. The latter's eyes were gentle, and his tone soft as he said, "I'm going back to the country. I know you're doing well with the Sandersons, and I'm relieved.

His eyes flickered, and he chuckled lightly. “Mr. Ferguson loves his son very much. He still came over at such a late hour. What a great father-son relationship!” Nicole nodded. “After all, that’s his son. Although it hasn’t been made public, it’s no longer a secret in the circle.” Clayton went further out of topic. “You saved his son last time. Does his son look like him?” “Somewhat, but… They have very different personalities. That child seems a little timid. Eric and Angie aren’t timid people, but this child is very easily frightened.”

"Listen, I think it's fucking great that you want to redeem yourself for all the shit you did, you can do it, but you've fucked up my whole life, and the only reason I can even consider you a good father is for considering putting my name on the damn papers of your dealership. I don't need it anymore, I got a job at a company." What?! They accepted him? Why didn't he tell me?! My jaw drops, and I react when he takes my hand and starts walking. "Wait, did they hire you?" I almost have to run to catch up to him. "You didn't tell me." "I was going to tell you today," he mutters without much enthusiasm. I interlace my fingers with his and give him a squeeze. I like to think that these gestures a

I stare her down, and when I don’t answer, she says, “Actually, I don’t care. Do you have any idea when he will be back?” “No, I don’t. I’m sorry, who are you?” “I am his ex-wife, Felicity. This is just so typical of Trav. He says he wants to be more involved in our son’s life, and now that I need him he’s nowhere to be found.” My stomach drops out of my body. “I’m sorry, your son?” She smirks at my obvious surprise. “Oh, he didn’t tell you he’s a father? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

She politely nodded to Faye and said, "Father. Dr. Connor." "Na—" Frederic, who had his legs crossed with an arrogant and prideful look on his face, hurriedly uncrossed his legs and turned to look at the door nervously. Before he could call out her name, he stopped himself. Given that he was acting as though he lost his memories, he shouldn't recognize Nadia. Hence, he cleared his throat and looked at the woman by the door arrogantly. "And you are? Let me see, Solomon is my eldest, my second son is overseas, my third and fourth children are both married, and my sixth child hasn't shown his face yet. I assume you are my fifth child, then?"

“And when that day comes, I want you out. For good.” Felicia was not all happy with that. She saw him walk out. She let him. She knew begging him would be useless. ……………………………………………………………………. Dion had a call from his father. It was a regular check-in between father and son. Dion enjoyed hearing his father praise him for his good work as an acting CEO of the Metallic Wholesalers. His father was raving on and on about how well the business was thriving under Dion’s leadership. “I do my best, sir.”

"Yes, I am the daughter of Thomas Jade." "Ah, I expected that. You bear a resemblance to Mr. Jade." "Are you close to the Jade family?" Josephine asked cautiously. "Not me, but my parents, Barend and Ellys Hardy. They seem to be business partners with your father." Josephine knows who Barend and Ellys Hardy are. They are among the top ten richest families at Sky High and have a large business network at Sky High and several countries in Southeast Asia. "You're the Hardy's son?" asked Josephine surprised.

I looked at the ceiling. Luca. Twenty-five. My son by biology and by the one genuinely sentimental decision I had ever made — marrying his mother — which I had corrected eight years ago when I accepted that sentiment was a luxury I wasn't built for. Luca, who carried my name and none of my instincts. Who I kept at distance not out of coldness but out of the clear-eyed understanding that proximity to my actual operations would get him killed or turn him into something I'd have to deal with differently, and I hadn't yet determined which was more probable. Luca, who was apparently engaged to the woman I had spent Thursday night with.

“Apologies. I’m still trying to get used to that… Ma.” Felicia smiled faintly, then reached out to clasp Calley’s hand. Surprised by the seriousness in Felicia’s expression, Calley frowned slightly. “Calley…” Felicia sighed. “My sons may be playful, sarcastic even, but they would never disrespect women. Well… perhaps not Sacred—he had his moments of being nasty—but even then, he has always been a good son to me. If there’s one thing I can be proud of about Sacred, it’s how good he’s been to his mother. His brothers don’t know it, but he often calls me. He emails, sends me pictures of his daughter. He keeps me updated, and whenever he can, he sends me gifts.” Her lips curved into a nostalgic