Freida Mcfadden The Perfect Son Novels & Stories

mom said happily. “And call me Dad too, okay,” dad said with a smile on his face. “By the way Shane, sweetie, your family name sounds familiar to me. Are you the daughter of the chairman of the biggest amusement park business in the country, the Sandoval Corporation?” I realized now that I really didn’t know all about Shane’s whereabouts that’s why I'm getting curious too right now. “Yes Mother, I’m his one and only daughter like Roxy I’m also the only child of our family.”

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

He had cuffed my ear and told me to run along. I can still feel the fear and loneliness I had felt in that group and in all the subsequent ones. My dream then takes me fast forward to 7 years; that was the year I stayed with the Mcgillans; Herbet, the father, had a mean temper when drunk, and he knew how to hit without leaving a mark. By the time I got there, the other 3 kids staying there also had learned to hide or stay away when he came home drunk. I learned the hard way how to be invisible Mrs. Mcgillans was a timid little woman who could not stand up to her husband or stop him when he was in one of his moods.

She had worked too hard to lose it because her son wanted to sow his royal oaks. Right now to everyone in her circle of political and powerful people, she was flawless with a loyal hard-working husband who manages to stick by her side, and a son who was a star basketball player who was rumor to be the number one draft pick once he graduated. They also knew that her son was dating a young girl, who had a judge and surgeon for parents and she planned to follow in her mother’s footstep studying to become a lawyer. Once she wins this race, all her dreams would have come true, but now her son was about to shatter her perfect vision that the world knew about.

By killing her best friend and drugging her grieving widower. "Take me away please," Edith begged with tears in her eyes. Frederic shook his head in disappointment. What happened to his strong daughter who would do just anything to get whatever she wanted? How did she get reduced to this sobbing mess? Frederic was a good cop by the books. Honored on multiple occasions for his diligence in service to his country. If it were to get out that he indeed has a crook side that very few knew about, his whole legacy and reputation would be tarnished. He would be forever remembered as a rogue cop. And he wasn't about to let that happen. Not even for his daughter. If he has to red rid of her to cover h

My gaze was still fixed on Ambrose, and his next words caught me off guard. "Yeah, I'm jealous of Michael. I'm jealous of Michael for being my father's son and his mother's son. I'm jealous of Michael for being adored by Grandpa. I'm jealous of that idiot for having everything I ever desired, and then... I'm jealous of Michael for... for..." he paused, leaving me eager to hear what I had waited for. "For what?" I urged him to continue. "For stealing Freya. Yes, Freya and I are in love, and then she happened to be the mother of my son, Waylen," he said, as I stood there, shocked.

"I told you , Damian. I do not want to talk about it ever again." Damian's lips pursed, his legs moving towards me. He held my hands, "Freya, I know you loved him and I know how much it hurts hearing the news of your son's father being dead even before his son is born but please let me help you. I have spoken to my doctor friend and she had promised to help book a therapy session for you—"

"Peter, you and I—we’ve been terrible people, and you know it. Life gave you a second chance. As for me… sometimes I think not even death wants me yet. "But when I met my son, when he told me about his life—about the life he and his mother had—I realized that he couldn’t have had a better mother. "Fiona never dragged him into a bad life. They were happy with what little they had. She worked hard to support him and nurtured his intelligence. My son was studying two degrees—one in economics and another in robotics. He’s brilliant, and I know that with the right opportunities, he can go far," Theodore said, his voice heavy with emotion.

“I know we did, but how long will I have to keep up with this? He is not part of us. He shouldn't be allowed to compete with me. In the normal sense, I am the first and only child of my parents, and the alpha position should have been mine without me having to compete over it with some bastard.” Mrs. Camfrey sighed. She, too, did not like the idea of her son competing with a nobody for what was rightfully his, but the matter wasn't as easy as it seemed. “We can't let a soul know about his mother. I know you feel wronged, and I understand. Frederick shouldn't be the one the people favor—for he is not your father's son, and his mother was nothing but a loose woman. Who knows how many men she s

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"