I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

"L-love? M-maybe, Dad is busy right now? Can we call him again next time?" Tears swam in her eyes. "Why do you always say next time, Mom? Maybe...my friends are right." "What did they tell you?" "That I don't have a father and he doesn't want me. He doesn't love me." My breath caught in my throat. I was about to tell her another set of lies, but the doorbell rang. Technically saved by the bell. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she exclaimed, "Is that Daddy, Mommy?"

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Your father.” I blinked, the words not making sense at first. “I don’t understand. What do you mean, my father?” He gulped in. “Your father is the one ruling the empire right now.” “That’s crazy,” I whispered, my voice cracking as disbelief warred with a growing panic. “Because my father is dead.”

Rashid screamed something, half-disgust and half-derision "Do it then! Prove you're no savior and prove what kind of father you are!" The smoke wreathed us, thick and acrid. My father's face was impassive, carved from stone but his finger tightened on the trigger the movement was infinitesimal but unmistakable. "Not me" I breathed shaking my head with tears welling in my eyes "You can't" i said

the driver greeted with a smile, his voice familiar. I glanced in, and sure enough, it was one of my father’s men. I didn’t ask questions. I got in, sliding into the backseat. The car was warm, and as the ride began, my thoughts swirled. I was going home, but not to the place I used to call home. I was going back to my family.

I was working late at the office, buried under piles of paperwork when I got the call from my father-in-law, Kennard Pearce. His voice, almost a roar, blasted through the phone. "Dawn, you shameless woman! You'd better come home right now, or I'll air your dirty laundry to the world!" Before I could even respond, the line went dead. I sat there at my desk, completely bewildered. I was just finishing up the work in front of me, so I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed home.

Right before my eyes, it looked like she had aged five more years. “This is what you get for choosing to abandon your daughter for her best friend,” she continued. “You're supposed to be my father. You're supposed to care for me. You're supposed to be there for me, but instead, you failed at all those and gave your heart, time and energy to someone else. Someone who doesn't even deserve it.”

I growled. "Every fucking thing I have done to you is just the tip of the iceberg. If I find out that your fucking useless father is the reason behind my headache tonight, I swear I am going to have a team of doctors in here and have them treat you so I can torture you over and over again. I am going to knock out every teeth of yours and I am going to kill you oh so slowly! So if you want a fucking better death, you pray that your father isn't behind this!" I let go of his head as his body shook in pain.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice say, “Your father....”

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to tell your mother that you got yourself a new father! Your mother was the one who begged me to get this job for you, but you’re not appreciating it! You even got me into your mess! “If your mother learns of it, she’ll definitely feel so anxious that she’ll give me a huge amount of money to apologize to me. She might even come to the company with her cane.” I felt both anxiety and hatred as I held my phone. In the past, I only knew that Stanley was a miser, but to think that he was also such a piece of trash! But I did not have the time to care about that. I could not miss Yelena’s birthday. My life of riches and glory depended on it. I could only offer an