Freida Mcfadden The Perfect Son Novels & Stories

Maybe Carter was telling the truth that she was alright and now in a safe place. I headed back to the first floor and saw a familiar face in the lobby. Smoking and looking annoyed with a frown. Michael Scott. His son was Frederick Scott, a close friend of Leander and Thalia. My hands curled into fists as I walked past him. I'm glad he didn't notice my presence because he looked occupied with his deep thoughts. Does his son have a severe injury? I only heard from the person I hired to watch over Thalia in the distance that Frederick was with Thalia earlier when the shootout occurred.

However, I was stunned to see my father's name etched on my phone screen. Clearing my throat, I quickly picked up my dad's call. "Fiona, where are you?" Dad asked, his voice cold. "Dad, I went out with my boss today," I replied nervously, knowing that I had secretly gotten married without informing my parents. "Fiona, did I not inform you that you are to meet with Josh Edwards today? You are to marry Mr. Edwards' only son. How can you forget what we discussed on Monday?" My dad snapped, and I froze.

She tightened up on me unbearably and I ended up spilling all my cum into her. “She’s really hot, Jacob. You did good finding this one.” Beth praised him. “I want to take her for a mate.” He told her. What the hell? I could hear in his mind how serious he was. He wanted her to be his. Then I heard something I wasn’t expecting. He was thinking about his daughter Julia. “What’s your last name?” I interrupted his thoughts. “Harris.” He said confused. Son of a bitch, “I know your daughter.”

she wept, placing one hand on her stomach and the other on Carlos' arm. “I would have never intentionally done anything to hurt him.” Her voice faded as the hurt encroached on her. “But you did.” Carlos replied monotonously. His eyes were dark with hate and pain, Valerie could feel the intensity of his gaze on her skin. “You killed Jason. You killed our son.” Carlos pushed her roughly and she fell on the couch. “I cannot forgive the woman who has deprived me of my son. Even if that woman happens to be my wife.” He added.

Jean’s breath hitched, and her hands shook violently. She looked at the doctor, her lips quivering. “What did you say? Can you repeat that?” The doctor was confused. “Don’t you know that your eldest son has a sweet potato allergy?” Ignorant of the pain and distress written all over Jean’s face, the doctor asked, “By the way, where is he now? I’ve stocked up on a new batch of allergy medication. He can just pop one of these if he mistakenly consumes sweet potatoes again.”

For a long, heavy moment, the only sound was our breathing as I stretched my hand to her hoping that she would let me go. Several minutes passed then, slowly, she slid the key into the cuffs and twisted. The metal snapped open, leaving raw grooves on my wrists. I rubbed them, savoring the fragile freedom. “Thank you,” I murmured, letting my gratitude sound genuine. The balance of power had shifted, but I knew it was shaky. She leaned closer, her eyes shining with a strange mix of hope and desperation. “If you truly believe me, then you’ll help me. You’ll help me finish what your mother started. You’ll help me bring him down.”

"Impudent, what did you do to our master?! And why are you here, huh?" Of course the leader of a bunch of burly men knew Haven Clark as the most useless son-in-law living as a parasite in the Lee family. Haven turned his gaze to the six burly men in front of he. "I'm here with my wife." "What? with your wife? Hahaha, even your wife doesn't want to be with you anymore and chose to be with our master," said the leader of the guards haughtily. "What are you waiting for! Quickly kill this bastard! If necessary, smash him head!" shouted Garfield impatiently.

Freya:But Adrian found you, right? A proud, brilliant smile broke across my face, my heart swelling with an emotion so intense it made my chest ache. Olivia:Yes. Adrian spent every single day of those five years building Vesper Holdings just to create a weapon strong enough to take my dad down. He found me. His people breached the estate, dismantled my dad’s entire security system, and pulled me out of the ice. I’m living in his penthouse right now. My dad can never touch me again.

“You haven’t seen me get mad, Sadie. Surely, you have your stigma about us poor people, and I would be glad to show that I could do that to you, grab you in that long hair of yours, and dragged you out of this party.” “How dare you!” She snarled, clutching her hands into fists. “I barely finished college, Sadie, and you’re looking at me as nothing but an opportunist. You don’t want to embarrass yourself, Miss Rich and Educated. So, you’d better get out of my sight before I punch you in the face.” “Blake is marrying you because of his pity on you and your daughter.” She growled at me, not stopping. I forced a smile. “I’m not a charity case, Sadie. Blake loves me, and he adores our daughter. L

He’d monitored my withdrawal from the drugs they’d forced into my system, helped me through the panic attacks and nightmares, adjusted my medications until I could function again. What my parents discovered later was that Frederick wasn’t just any doctor. He was the eldest son of Harper Medical Group, one of the most prestigious healthcare conglomerates in the country. He’d been working at their public hospital, studying trauma recovery and addiction medicine. When he learned who I really was—when the DNA tests confirmed I was Regina Veyron—he’d helped my parents reunite with me. Frederick had saved my life in more ways than one. We entered the dining room together, Mia still perched on Fred