I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

I’m so fuckin’ sorry. But your father’s cock is worth whatever trouble it may bring in the future.

I said quietly, “isn’t just magic man.” Alex tilted his head. “He not magic?” I smiled faintly. “Well… maybe a little. But that’s not what I mean.” He just stared at me. “He’s your father,” I said. Alex blinked absorbing my words. “My… fader?” he repeated, stumbling over the word. “Yes,” I said, keeping my voice calm and warm. “Your father.” He stared at me, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. “Like… daddy?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, my throat tight. "He's your daddy."

To her, I was still strong and capable, the man who built a billionaire-dollar corporation from the ground up, a person who took care of things and stuck to his word. I didn’t want her to see me falling apart, to know I wasn’t as strong as I acted. So, though it hurt like hell to say no to temptation, I put the phone back down. Going to Raven’s bedside, I smoothed some hair away from her forehead. Her eyelids were soft with no sign of movement beneath them. “Raven,” I whispered. “It’s me. It’s Dad. Can you hear me, honey?” My throat tightened before I could say any more, and I bit down on my lip. That strangled cry that wanted to come out wasn’t going to. Not on my watch.

"You have five minutes to talk and i__" "I am not your real Father". He says all of a sudden interrupting me. I paused looking at him. "Wait!! What?". "Your real father is Gael Heathrow". "What are you talking about?". I asked him surprised. "I am not your real father. I was never at all your father". "You are joking, you are definitely joking, please tell me you are making a joke right now because I don't get anything you are fucking saying". "I'm not". He said wistfully.

" “I… I am actually… I… fell in love with your father, but I don't feel like my father is compatible. Your father is a king and I am only human " " But do you really like my father? "

Trust them. I love you. Always have. Always will. —Dad

Heitor asked from the couch, eyeing me. What kind of relationship would we have? I wondered. And deep down, I answered myself: none. “Yes, Dad. There’s nothing else to do here, is there?” I replied, not even trying to hide my discomfort. “You wanted to know who I am, my love… Well. This is all I’ve got to show you.” I could hardly believe my father was a hospital. Not that the hospital didn’t matter. But… was that it? Did his whole life fit inside that building?

“I am your son! Your blood!” “And I am your father! It does not matter to me whether you're my blood or not. The truth is that you fucked up, and you have to own up to it!” “I can't…I can't believe this. I can't believe you!” “You still have a few shares from the company. You have a little cash, invest in that. You are still my son—” “I don't think I am. First you abandon me to become a drunk after Mom's death, and now you're cutting me off from the company? From everything that I have ever known?”

But my father's words remain stuck in my brain: "I know where you are, little Penny. I will find you." I'm afraid for you.............he said. "I will kill you with my own hands, motherfucker.

“Are you fucking serious? Of all the people, you choose him to pay off? That waste of space should be the first person you put down for even thinking about going near her!” Zade’s expression hardened. “He’s your father, Gray.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Don’t you dare use him being my father as an excuse! What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice was shaking with barely controlled fury. “He should have been taken care of the moment he crossed that line.”