Freida Mcfadden The Perfect Son Novels & Stories

She could continue to be a liar and a deceiver, or she could be a mother, a wife, and a woman who was finally, truly free. "So," Freida said, a playful smile on her face. "You've fallen in love with a mafia kingpin now, haven't you? After all this time. You've fallen for the bad boy. I knew it. I knew it all along. I just had to wait for you to come to your senses." Claudine just laughed. "I guess so," she said, a new, joyful sound filling the room. "I guess so. He's not so bad. He's just... a little controlling. And a little obsessive. But he's not so bad."

Although my dad can be lazy and gets nagged all the time by my mother when it comes to me, I'm daddy's little girl. But if Dad does go to Mr. Freeman and tells him that his son is an abuser, what will he think? When I met Jude and Angela Freeman, they welcomed me with open arms and adored me from the start. And after Leo was born, they became the grandparents who spoiled their grandchildren. However, my parents are the same. They were happy their only son met someone like me, and Mrs. Freeman always wanted a daughter. I was touched and content, but after the beatings, I couldn't tell the Freemans that their precious son was a monster.

“Mr. Hamilton, do you think you will be able to keep this as discreet as possible?” “Of course! The last thing I need is for my mother to find out.” I shook my head realizing what I had just accepted. ‘I was thinking the same thing. However, it was your mother’s idea for the client to join.” “Really? I could see it. I’m sure she had good intentions but she surely didn’t expect her son to be matched with her best friend.” I smiled. Peabody chuckled at the thought. “Interesting.” Peabody tapped away on his laptop and smiled. “Well Mr. Hamilton, it looks as if your request has just been accepted.” My eyes bulged out and my mouth dropped open.

I have no idea what to expect, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to stop trying! I want to be perfect! I need to be! I want to put that Amber brat in her place, I want my parents to value me, I want aunt Gloria to eat her words about me back, I want Damien to love me as I love him, and more… I want to be a worldwide icon. I want to be perfect in every way. To make history. I must be acknowledged. I'm done living like this! I love my job. I'm a model, and I love what I do. But with a family like mine, especially with aunty Gloria around, you end up feeling like crap, and then you're not so sure if you even enjoy what you do anymore.

His daughter… “And, Western? You're not gonna talk? Don't waste your last chance.” ‘Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?’ ‘They hired a mobster Russian...is a real animal.’ My mom. Mom, I just want you to be okay. ‘I like to know that I can be special to someone. At least for you.’ I feel warm tears fall down my cheeks when I speak. ‘That bill rescinds the agreement with your...company. And with the Mendes.’

Frieda's eyes turned red, and she failed to hold her tears back. Her son did not hold her absence over the many years against her, nor did he despise her for being violated by that bastard Cyrus. Under his aloof demeanor, Joseph turned out to be an affectionate man just like his father. * While waiting for Chloe, sounds of an argument came from the security post at the entrance of the Whitman family home. Preston and his son’s voices could be heard.

From her own gaze, Maddy could clearly see the corners of Marsha's eyes twitching, but her face still had a polite smile: "No way! No child is unlike their parents, our Maddy is so beautiful, that's our blessing! Ha ha ha… Maddy, seeing you happy like this makes me really happy in my heart!” Marsha's loving gaze at her like a mother made Maddy remember everything that had happened last week, about the day she found her family. In fact, her relationship with Maddy is simply her relationship with her husband, who is also Maddy's biological father - The talented leader of the political world - Mayor Howard. Because of that, someone like Maddy who only relied on scholarships to go to college cou

She said, “Oh my, Alex, you’re so amazing! You can actually control such a killer tool, as expected of my son-in-law.” “I can rest assured if my daughter, Freya, follows you in the future. You both are really a talented, ideal couple, a match made in heaven! Your father was right, this is a destined match…” Freya felt a burst of embarrassment. “Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? I... I’m not.” Alex also blushed with shame. He had long known Freya’s identity from Luna. Freya was Luna’s half-sister with the same father, and her father was Flying Eagles Academy’s Principal Henderson.

After our parents died, Aunt May was the only one who still slipped me hot meals, folded bills, and quiet kindness when no one was looking. Serena only frowned. "Aunt May, spare me. Adrian’s been out of line for a while now. He doesn’t respect anybody." There was a pause on the other end, then Aunt May said gently, "You two are brother and sister. Talk to him instead of fighting. That boy knows your stomach acts up. He went and got certified in nutrition just so he could cook things you could actually eat. Evan may live there, but Adrian is your brother—" "Enough." Serena cut her off so sharply even I flinched.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed up the porch steps and knocked. For a very long moment, nothing, then, the door slowly opened by just an inch. One green eye, narrow and unreadable, peered through the slit. Then a slow, mocking grin. "Well, well," the voice drawled. "Look who finally crawled back to me." The door creaked open enough to reveal a tall woman in her late fifties. Evelyn Maddox was a beauty that had bloomed into something cold and harsh, like an ice-encrusted diamond left out in the snow.