Genius Son And Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Vivienne My son’s small fingers squeeze mine. “Mom…?” His brows knit, confused, sweet, breaking me in all the soft places. Darius stops an inch too close, jaw tight enough to crack diamonds. “Don’t you feel bad for your son?” His voice is low, lethal. “He’s confused. He’s mine too.” He throws the last word like a gauntlet, heat rolling off him. I tilt my chin, armor made of eyeliner and audacity. “Congratulations,” I purr, “you’ve discovered paternity.”

They didn’t speak, but both of their eyes blinked like strobe lights. “Charming, right?” I repeated the word I’d used with Adrian yesterday. “And because life has terrible humor, Adrian’s father’s family is… a family you two know very well.” Rhea frowned. “You’re talking in riddles. I’m jetlagged. Just say it” “Sebastian,” I cut in. The name hung in the air like smoke. “Sebastian Romano. My bastard ex-husband. They share a father.” Rhea stopped speaking.

Gerald, my husband's stepbrother. Oh I'm so going to be on the front page of every newspaper. "Hi, capacity wife" He pecked my cheek. Gerald is the reason I'm in this position and I can't appreciate him enough. "Stop that! You know I wouldn't be holding such a position without you" I held his waist. At the corner of my eyes, I felt a camera light flash on us. What did I tell you? "Want to get out of here? You look like you're dying?" He chuckled. One thing I admire about Gerald is the way he was very observant. Even my ex-husband of two years barely knew these things.

I argued "I was not talking about their daughter, I was talking about their son" my father said "Son? What son?" I asked him "Paul Smith has a son called Noah, his first wife, Aria and him had a son but when she died and he got married to Vivian, the son was not seen by the outside world" my father said "And how did you know about the son?" I asked "I have my ways and Paul Smith owes me money so he sold his son in exchange " my father said .

"While I was closing the case with Adele she said something. About my son." "It's the same thing she has always been saying all around!" "Well now it has come to my full interest to know that truth." "Truth? What is the truth?" I took a step closer and she avoided my gaze. "Caleb is my son and you do know that no one else can control his future. So I don't know what you told Adele about Caleb's future with CG!" "I didn't just tell her! I don't need to make it known to anyone. Even you know it. You know that you can not make Caleb your heir!"

The school secretly introduces a new "bonus score for couples" rule for the SAT, but my boyfriend, who's the top student in our grade, and I overhear it. When I hear that couples can each get 100 bonus points, I joke, "Why don't we sign up and give it a shot?" However, he immediately refuses, all serious and righteous. "No, that wouldn't be fair to everyone else." After saying that, he hurries off without looking back. Feeling ashamed, I decide to apologize to him another day. But the next morning, he publicly announces our breakup in front of the entire class. Then he proudly declares that he is now dating my best friend, the girl at the bottom of the class. He says, "You're always s

For several seconds, nobody moved. Damian stared at the man standing at the end of the hallway. The face was unmistakable. The silver hair. The sharp jaw. The cold gray eyes. The small scar above his left eyebrow. There was no doubt. It was Alexander Blackwood. His father. The man Damian had buried six years ago. The man whose death had changed everything. Damian's voice was barely audible. "You're dead." Alexander smiled. "That's what everyone was supposed to believe."

Then he mouthed the words slowly, deliberately, “This isn’t over. My son will finish it.” His son? Harrison smiled… cold, certain, chilling. Then the marshals pulled him away. ------ That night, Caleb researched him. Harrison Blackwood Jr. Twenty-eight. Tech genius. Three successful startups, two sold for billions. Net worth: eight billion dollars. Completely separate from his father’s money. And according to his social media, he’d sat in the front row of the trial every single day. Watching us. His most recent post, from just two hours earlier: A photo of the courthouse with the caption: “Justice for my father. Revenge for his imprisonment. The Vaughns will pay for destroying him. I promise

he chuckled. "I am intelligent, considered a genius by some but I have my flaws, I hardly remember numbers that is more than 7 digits, I lack sense of direction. I am the only son" I feel like he is not going deep, there is something stopping him from being open to me "Is that all?"

“Aunt Adeline, don’t you think your question is very contradictory? Since you know no woman will want to marry Calix, why are you still finding him a spouse by putting on a matchmaking notice at the expense of all your fortune in the Smith family? Isn’t this going to make you end up with nothing?” I saw how Aunt Adeline forced a smile and seemed not to hold back her tears, but she tried to cover up by quickly wiping them off. “My son was an incredibly talented man. He was claimed to be a genius in the commercial world, and the former master adored him. Unfortunately, God seemed to be jealous of great talents. One day, five years ago, he was involved in an accident, and a bullet struck his he