Games Similar To Mad Father นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He chuckled, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her back onto the bed. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... you psycho, let me go! You're my father, I'm your daughter! Are you crazy? Help me! Mom, please help me, this bastard's gone insane. Mom! Mom, Mom, help me, Mom, help me..." Emma shrieked for her mother, feeling as if she were about to die. In stark contrast to Emma's mental breakdown and terror, Damien roared with laughter at her pleas for help. He pinned her down again, still laughing.

When the last time I go to the North? It’s been a long time since father never let me go to Ruiz’s pack to do some business, it always his men or Matthew accompany him. I look at Matthew, I know how good his fighting skill. For years we are together to train ourselves, I can see his improvement every single day and I understand why he’s the number one fighter in our pack. That day, when father took him to our house and saying that he accompanies me since that day. Luckily, we know how to act with boundaries and never did fight even once until now.

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

'Casino huh' As expected of Marquess Ajelo's son, he has the same sh*tty hobby as his father. They are so identical to the point that the only difference between them is their age. Their greed and attitude are both the same 'Manipulative bastards' Like father like son. Father is a trash bum and so are his son I don't know whether I'll laugh and be happy that they'll be easy to dispose or feel disgusted because we are currently in one place and breathing the same air but one thing is for sure, I will definitely kill him. Not now, but soon

He cocked the gun as if about to shoot. Lopez shouted. "Stop!" His eyes widened, terrified already. "I want to live. And you can take my father back." He said in a hurry; this time, he wasn't in his indecent English accent. "Lop---" "You're selfish too padre! You'd do the same." Lopez yelled in Spanish. "Baje su arma." He commanded, and his men lowered their guns. "You made a good choice," Blake said with a small smirk. He didn't expect Lopez to give up his father that fast.

she blurts out, her voice sharp. “Lila.” Father says, his tone a warning. Her lips press into a thin line, but the uneasiness in her eyes is unmistakable. “Yes, I agree the games are quite dangerous, but the strong will persevere.” Father says, letting out a small sigh. “I’ve given this much thought, and I’ve chosen you, Lila.” Lila’s reaction is immediate. She shoots out of her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You can’t be serious!” she exclaims, her voice rising. “You expect me to go into a competition I might not make it out alive from?”

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

I said, curious to see who it was. To my surprise, it was my father and brother, and I immediately felt a sense of unease. As I looked at my brother, I was struck by how much he resembled my father. They had the same handsome features, the same strong jawline, and the same piercing blue eyes. They even had the same way of carrying themselves, with an air of confidence and determination. For a moment, I felt as if I was looking at my father in a younger form, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

"I've always known her. I just pretended because I liked her staring at me and stalking me secretly. I immediately recognised her the moment I saw her that day cleaning my car" I replied in a duh tone. Simon's eyes turned wide as saucers. He stood frozen on his spot. Well, he would be as my Dad always wanted me to behave as a cold and calculated guy. Not because he was chiselling me up for handling his business empire but because he was training me so that I can handle his Mafia business.

As my gaze focused on his face, I noticed the scar I had inflicted on him had already vanished, a clear indication that these bastards possessed formidable healing abilities. "Considering how you both advise me to give zero fucks about my dad's life, it seems like you've long abandoned your poor family to die all alone. Who knows, you might have even killed your own father," I chuckled, the bitterness seeping into my voice. "Fucking pieces of shit!" Matteo's jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together in frustration. He appeared to be teetering on the edge of losing control.