Henry Cavill Son Novels & Stories

“Ryan Reynold is fine and all, but there is just something about Tom Hardy that drives me crazy. That rugged, brooding look? Ugh perfection.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I get the appeal, but for me, it’s Henry Cavill. Did you see him in that movie? Hmm The Witcher? His jawline is so sharp that it looks like it could cut glass, and don’t even let me start talking about his voice. That man is so sexy.” Lilith gasped dramatically. “You know what? Hell yeah! You’re right. He is like the perfect description of fairytale prince. Okay, top three- Cavill, Hardy, and…?”

“What are you doing here, and why are you holding him like this?” “Celine, please. I came in peace. All I want is a bond with my son,” he replied. Did he really just say that in front of Henry? “Mum, did he just call me his son?” Henry asked, his delicate, innocent eyes fixed on me. My heart melted instantly. I was momentarily lost for words, standing silent before him. “Mum?” “Yes, sweetie. Don’t listen to him. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Come on, let’s go,” I said softly, casting an icy glare at Harry for revealing that to Henry.

“I’m not used to men like you and your son, Alpha –” “None of that Alpha nonsense.” He interjects. “call me Henry.” I can’t help but laugh, “you and Dominic really are a pair, you know that?” Henry smiles warmly, “a high complement. I’m very proud of my son, you know. And I’m so thrilled he’s finally found his second chance mate.”

And then, the news clipping, sent by a friend in New York: HENRY CROSS AND WIFE ELEANOR WELCOME SON, LIAM. He hadn't left Eleanor. He had replaced Isabella. He had built his empire on the bones of her patience. New York, Present Day. Isabella blinked, and the Ritz Hotel vanished. She was back in the penthouse. The champagne was warm in her hand. Henry was dead. He had died without ever acknowledging Vanessa. He had died leaving everything—the name, the money, the power—to Liam. The legitimate son. The golden boy. And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family.

Vivienne warned. "If she's easily scared, then she wouldn't survive our world," Henry replied, his voice firm, after his daughter Vivienne intervened. I squared my shoulders, maintaining my smile and stance. I wouldn't let him see me falter. Vivienne beamed. "My son has a girlfriend," she smiled widely. Ethan complained, "Mum, you're saying it like I haven't dated before." Henry's expression softened, and he shook my hand, a hint of a smile on his face.

This continued for a few runs before Henry who was silent till now spoke up with a smile “I’m afraid sir, that won’t be answered no matter how many times you try” “What makes you so sure?” Garret asked in a mocking tone. Mr Henderson and his CEO were best mates, and he would never refuse him. “Because the other half of my name is Henderson” Henry spoke in a neither arrogant nor servile tone. Garret “” Dana and the team also looked at Henry with a shocked expression. ‘The calm, laid-back, humble lass was the son of the most revered lawyer in the country with a record of never failing in court even if his client had iron clad evidence against him?’

I groan. Bethany was still taking a hot bath and here I am drying my painted nails in color shiny pink done by her. I listen to Bethany singing inside the bathroom and she has a good voice too. I never heard Benedict sing, but based from Bethany's voice, I think it's hereditary. I heard that their father was a great singer and performer. He even belonged to a boyband in his younger years. I read in an article before that Mr. Hugo Saintclare was one of England's most famous people in his time and now his son is reigning the entire England too. Not only England, but almost the entire world, and to think that Benedict isn't a singer or a celebrity. He's a well-mannered, intelligent, a very powe

I stared really hard, desperately wishing they weren’t the same person but my wish didn’t come through. It was definitely him. Even in the picture, he looked arrogant and condescending like he did when he threw money at me and threatened to ruin my life if I ever spoke his name. "That's him, that’s your son?" I finally found my voice. "Our only son and heir," Henry replied while I felt a cold sweat break out on my neck. "Is everything alright, dear? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Rosemary asked when she noticed my sudden paleness.

I say. He nods. I crouch down in front of him. Harold has done a great job of raising his son. I already like Henry a lot and I look forward to the day when he and I can create an alliance together. “How old are you Henry?” I ask him. “Thirteen, Alpha.”

His navy suit and white shirt now had stains of brown. “I’m sorry.” Elizabeth said before reaching for some wet napkins from the table next to where she had placed her empty glass. He stilled her hand, which was about to wipe the brown stain off. It was annoying. Why was she apologising on the child's behalf as if Henry were a stranger to him? "'Dad?" The man next to Elizabeth asked. "Oh, yes...this is Christopher, Henry’s father." Elizabeth introduced as she retreated her hands. "I couldn't tell before, but yes, the resemblance....”