Freida Mcfadden The Perfect Son Novels & Stories

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

another employee added with a gloating smile. I felt Mary tremble beside me. “Ava…” she whispered, tugging on my sleeve. Her voice was full of fear. “Are we in the wrong place? My son… he couldn’t…” She didn’t finish, but I heard the terror in her voice. My kind mother-in-law, a retired nurse, just couldn't process it. She'd rather believe we'd made a simple mistake than face the truth: that her son was a cheat. Or that he would let a woman be this cruel.

My salary from the fast food that I'm working on wouldn't even cover his consultation fee, much more his retainers fee. I need a way to convince him to do this for free. If the older Wilton were here I wouldn't have any problem now. I read a lot about his father and I am very much surprised to know that his son is way different from him. I don't think there's even a slightest trace of kindness inside his bone Maybe he was adopted. Like that's the only reason I could think of for his father to have an arrogant and self-centered son like him, It didn't take long until I saw Travis went -out of the buildingtogether with two middle aged men. I recognized both of them.

She took baby Oscar to a corner of the supermarket and gently cleaned him up before dressing him up. Greg watched as she took care of Oscar, feeling relieved at how gentle she was with him but then suddenly became sad as she reminded him of his late wife. He lowered his head and looked away, wishing that Oscar was his biological son at least. If only he was able to save his son,” he said inwardly, recalling that the vipers first got to his wife before his son, if he was lucky he would have been able to save his son.

"Mr. Jacob's father's name was Joseph and Mr. Deric's mother's was Juliana. They were very loving parents and wonderful individuals. However, they are both gone now." "Joseph, Juliana, Jacob," Caraline murmured with a faint smile. "Both are buried in one of the cemeteries in Summertown. Mr. Jacob was deeply hurt by their loss. But afterward, he promised them that they would become great men in the future." Caraline suddenly froze when she heard the last sentence. Her eyes suddenly condensed and prepared to shed a rain of tears. She immediately looked down with her chest tight. Her careless actions on the night of Carla's graduation had made Deric's life miserable.

She always just smiled and said it would be okay, just until I graduated. Then she called me one day, her voice giddy with love. She'd met a man. The heir to a mafia family. A handsome, charming "playboy." I was worried. She told me not to be. She said she was scared at first, but he swept her off her feet. He showed her a world of luxury she'd never imagined. He spoiled her. That "playboy" was Don Matteo. The next time I saw her, she was in a hospital bed. Skin covered in sores, her breath shallow. That's when she cried and told me the truth.

Just breathe. She had just sat across from the people who had murdered her, smiled at them, laughed with them. Her hands shook. She pressed them flat against the cold stone until they stilled. Not yet. Fall apart later. Right now, you have work to do. Fidelia Crawford was the first daughter, second child of the Crawford family. She had an elder brother who barely acknowledged her existence, but she didn’t care anymore. She preferred a secret, private life anyway — an identity no one in this house truly knew.

My heart and my mind fought against each other to accept the truth. "No, it can't be true.", I thought. Justin, the father of my children was the son of my father's murderer. "No! That's impossible", I retorted. "It's the truth, Christen. ", she said, "Aiden and Amelia's father is Ezra's son. I will make sure he pays for what we went through. I will make sure he pays for the sins of his father. ", she said with assurance. "I don't care what I'm going to do but Justin and his entire family will pay for the pain we went through, for the pain our mother went through. ", Madison spoke with gritted teeth. She was blinded by revenge and pain.

"The Triad does not forgive fake marriages if they discover a fraud." Frederick opened the armored door of the car with a rough movement. "And I hope you know perfectly well that your youngest son is not going to die in the federal dungeon thanks to what I am doing today, Richard," Frederick snapped at him. "Keep your goddamn mouth shut with the prosecutors." With nothing more to say, Frederick got down from the car with the rigidity of a military man. I looked at Darla one last time, squeezing her fingers in a rapid way. "Take care, Mom," I told her in a whisper, before turning around and getting down behind my stepbrother, slamming the armored door with a sharp impact.

she said then tried to touch then but she remembered that they can't see her nor Klyde. "Why did you take me here?" Freeda asked as she looked at the kids. "And how the hell you do this weird things?!" Freeda ranted, she was very confused but amazed at the same time. "You need to know the truth, and it will set you free," he said then Freeda was stunned. She thought that something seems off with her life. "What truth do I need to know?" she followed Klyde who's entering the house. "Just looked and listen!" Klyde seriously said then Freeda heard a woman crying. She walked upstairs and noticed that it came from the room where she was sleeping before. She peeked and saw a young boy comforting h