I Will Not Expect Anything From My Ungrateful Father Novels & Stories

I looked to the ground, soiled with droplets of his blood and a pool of stale vomit, unable to hold eye-contact. “I can’t marry him. Sorry, I just can’t.” I turned around to leave. “No, you ungrateful bitch! You can’t do this! You spread your legs for him, didn’t you? Why can’t you do it again? Angel! Bitch! I’m your father and you’d do as I say!” I kept walking, my eyes burning. “Maybe you should have died too, huh! You and your bitch of a mum took my life from me anyway. Would have been better if you joined her! Ungrateful shit.”

If I knew that the father and daughter duo were this unreasonable, I wouldn’t have associated myself with them. “Uncle, you helped me out when I needed help, and I’m grateful for that. However, my company became very successful due to my efforts and hard work. I don’t appreciate you taking credit for it just because you helped me. And just because you helped me, doesn’t mean I owe you for life. I had already repaid what you had helped me with, and you earned more from investing in my company than any other company. I can’t marry your daughter. I don’t love her, and I never will. I hope you understand this.”

Five simple words, but they tore through me like a storm. I didn't let it show, as I ignored her question and made my leave. ****** I stood in front of my father, Anger building up inside me. “Stop being ungrateful, Leonardo,” my father’s voice rang in my ears, firm yet calculated. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.” “Killed her father? How is that for me?” I shot back, anger boiling in my chest. I clenched my fists, the familiar fire igniting. “You didn’t have to kill him and put her through that!”

He had nearly destroyed my life once, and I was determined that he wouldn't get the chance to do it again. "Have a good life, Father," I spat the words, the bitterness in my voice matching the resentment etched on my face. As I walked away, the weight of his expectations clung to me like a heavy cloak. The air was thick with the tension of an unresolved legacy, and all I could think about was paying for the sins of the father—my father, to be precise. Over my dead body.

My father was quickly becoming a stranger to me. “It was a fool’s errand!” My father releases Mom’s hand to lay prostrate on the floor, sobbing. “I cannot blame your anger, Sir. I cannot. I meant to make a name for myself independent of my father, and I failed. Please, have mercy on me.”

The anger was so much, it made me cry. My mum followed after me, "Katherine, you little brat. Did you just say you hate me? How many times have you said you hate your father, meanwhile he left you when you were just four and this woman you hate so much, worked multiple jobs to ensure you have food on the table!" I ignored her and by this time I was about to cross to the other side of the road but then my mother said something I will never forget in years. "You're just an ungrateful thwart! Just like your father!"

Rage leaked out of each word that came out of my mouth. "I didn’t ask to be here, and yet, here I am. I work my ass of everyday, I’ve made you a shit ton of money since taking over, I’ve brought you more fame and recognition, and all you pay me back with is strap me to this chair and torture me you ungrateful bastard!" I had relentlessly yelled at my father with no fear registered in my voice. I couldn’t hold back on my tongue, and I could no longer control my raging heart.

He said with a sly smile. I looked at him with caution. He may be my father, but what could I expect from a man who once forced me to marry a man I didn’t know just to pay off his debts? “I’m just asking for money for my mother’s treatment, but why are you making it so hard for me?” I almost cried as I said that. I couldn’t deny that this man was my biggest disappointment. He didn’t even care that I had been having a terrible week. “If you can’t do this, then don’t call yourself a man, Dad. You’re a coward and a disgrace.” I said as I stood up.

Gradually, they drifted away, their absence as silent as the void that filled my life after my father's death. I lost contact with them soon after that. My father's passing was a blow that shattered our family, both emotionally and financially. The weight of the world seemed to fall upon my mother's shoulders, and as the eldest child, I felt an overwhelming guilt. I should have been able to do more, to protect and support her. So, I took on my first part-time job at a nearby cleaning station, working long hours for eleven months. I felt so proud the day I handed over my saved money to my mother. But the pride was fleeting. The money I gave her was only one-fourth of the amount we needed for

He couldn't hear me, nobody else could, but it sure was suiting to speak to him and get no response like an obedient little boy. “You know, I'm so fucking grateful to you, you thought me a whole lot,” and I mean i whole fucking lot. I shrugged my shoulders as I spoke. “A whole lot of cruelty which I couldn't even learn from my father.” I chuckled outwardly. “Ohh, really an epic one.” I rested my arms over my neck, tapping on it slowly and biting my lower lips. “I think I'm just gonna leave, this is way too fucked up!” I whispered, turning around hastily to leave but pausing abruptly on my feet.