Novel & Cerita Gravity Falls Gideon's Dad

Only now did Mother seem to truly recognize what kind of filth her frail, gentle childhood sweetheart had always been. Memories flashed through her mind frame by frame. Father's figure rose before her eyes, and Mother froze, as if plunged into ice. If Adrian had been lying from beginning to end, then what about Gideon? Had everything Gideon said before been the truth? He had not targeted Adrian at every turn. He had not poisoned him. He had not betrayed her with another woman. Startled, Adrian spun around and was about to curse the steward, only to freeze when he saw Mother.

“What? My… My dad can’t hear any of this, please. Dr. Aldrich, please—” “We are done here. Both of you, get out.” Well, I didn’t pity them. I didn’t let the sense of humanity humiliate me to the level of feeling their pain. They deserved it all and more. Karma has no patience at all. “Just tell me something, Dad,” I heard Vincent sneer. “Do you know Leylla on a personal level?” I froze outside the door. My entire body shook. The ground beneath me trembled. My heart dropped to my stomach.

"Inside, he kept my mom's pearl necklace and my little teddy bear charm." "That level of detail. No way she's not the real daughter." Gideon finally lost control. He lunged forward and seized my arm, his nails digging painfully into my skin. "Wendy, shut up." Veins stood out across his forehead. His voice came out hoarse and vicious. "Do you even know what you're doing?" "Let her go." Gavin shoved him away. Then, he grabbed my wrist, only to freeze suddenly. His eyes widened. "This star-shaped birthmark… You've had it since childhood?"

So, I got up and decided to take a walk around the building. I took the elevator down, descended slowly to the lower floors, and began pacing through the spacious lobby. That’s when I saw him. Giovanni Fontana. My dearest father. He was standing at the receptionist’s desk, his face a furious shade of red, barking demands like a man who hadn’t yet fully grasped that his carefully constructed world was already crumbling around him. “I want to see Vincenzo,” he snapped, his voice booming through the usually quiet lobby. “Now.”

I want to clutch his clothes to support myself but I just couldn’t help but fall down unconscious on the ground. “Dad…Dav….,” And suddenly everything around me turns black.

Her thoughts slowly drifted off to the events that happened earlier, and she was happy about how maturely she handled the situation with Gideon's ex earlier. If she hadn't mastered the art of patience and understanding, she would have been outraged by Gideon refusing to tell her about something like that. "He must have loved her a lot," Valerie mumbled under her breath. "I did love her," Gideon replied from behind, startling Valerie. "We met in high school, our families were very close with each other, and not long after we got married we had a son. They died in an accident on the day that she had been discharged from the hospital. I was supposed to drive them home that day but I had to atte

Then he reached forward, brushing his fingertips over the edge of his mother’s headstone as though reacquainting himself with the shape of it. “She died the day I was born,” Gideon said quietly. “My father… never forgave me for that.” The admission was flat, factual. But the way his jaw tightened betrayed the fault lines underneath. I looked at him, but his gaze stayed on the stone. “Gideon—” “My father brought me here once,” Gideon went on, his tone controlled, “when I was old enough to hold a sword. He told me I should train harder, so I’d be worth something. So she wouldn’t have died for nothing.”

“But I will take you, you can work as a bait, get her to fall for you to leave and not interfere with my plans. But of course, I will still take the part of me inside her that keeps pulling him to her. However, I cannot guarantee if she would live after that, so be sure not to fall for her if you don’t want to mourn. Do you think you are up to the task?” Gideon huffed and gulped. Get Naomi to fall for him? In her dreams. He couldn’t even invite her to a single party, how can he make her fall for him? But glancing at where his father hung in the air, with blood seeping out of him, he knew he had to give it his all. And so he nodded, “I will do my best.”

“What?” Gideon froze instantly. He immediately looked down at my belly, and it was completely flat. “No… That’s not possible…” He lowered his head and muttered. His eyes reddened to the point of bleeding. In a heartbeat, he had my shoulders in a furious grip. “How could the child be gone? Did you… Did you do it? Evelyn, do you hate me that much?!” My disgust only deepened when I heard his hysterical shout. “Me? I did it? This child's death… It was you. It was their father who killed them with his own hands. No child could survive what I endured in that dungeon.”

Suddenly, there was a slight shuffling outside, before a knock on the door. Mom was back! My heart race accelerated rapidly as I heard her call from outside. “Layla?!” Gideon froze. Every trace of amusement disappeared from his face as his head snapped toward the door. My eyes went wide as she called again. “Layla, honey are you in there?” I evened out my breathing and tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible. “Yes, Mom.” Then I felt Gideon's dick twitch against my walls as his muscles tensed but he didn't stop. He pulled out slowly then buried himself back in me. He slid in and out of my pussy slowly as I answered to Mom.