Novel & Cerita In Love With Dad

I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief. But Dad ignored me completely. His eyes stayed locked on Ezekiel as he spoke. "This guy was my ex-wife’s lover, and now he’s involved with my daughter," Dad said coldly. "I told you everything, Officer." I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of his accusations. "As you said, there was something wrong with her car," Dad continued. "I have a strong feeling he had something to do with it." "Shut up," Ezekiel suddenly snapped, his voice sharp and filled with anger.

"What does a man have to do to get you to be in love with him?" Victoria was not liking his questions. He was asking about love and she didn't like thinking of love anymore because the one person she gave a chance to her heart played with it. "Not lie." She said when she remembered her ex: Ken. "I didn't lie when I told you that I have no dislike for my brother." Jake thought she was talking about him lying. "You already drank for that question, you don't have to clarify about it now. My turn. Do you know what your mother used to make me change my mind about marrying you? What she was able to convince me with?"

"She is the only girl I have ever really liked. Like really liked. The others were just for fun. But Laura. She is different." Dad's jaw tightens. "I know." "How do you know." "I can see it. The way you look at her." I nod. That makes sense. "Dad. Can I ask you something." "Okay." "Were you ever in love. Like really in love. With Mom or someone else." He is quiet for a long time. I think he is not going to answer. "Yes," he says finally. "Once." "What happened." "She left." "Why." He looks at me. His eyes are dark. Sad.

Daniella whispered as her father picked her up from the ground she was completely covered in mud and was looking all dirty. “Well you’ve been a very bad girl today, you’re so stubborn just like your mother” her father sighed in frustration “I am sorry papa” she whipped “Ok fine promise you’d be a good girl tomorrow and I will give you corn balls” “I promise” her sad pouty face lit up into a beautiful smile Derrick loved his daughter so much, she was everything to him. “But first you’d have to take your bath so I am going to give you to charity to go and give you a hot bath” he held her tiny fingers speaking.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

I broke down in tears. Then, a shell landed nearby. I lost both legs. When I woke up again, I was back in Veldere. My father stood by the hospital bed, his face cold. "You were the one who gave up on Anna. And now you go looking for her? Even the heavens are punishing you." I stared in disbelief at my empty pant legs. "Aaah!" I couldn't take it. I couldn't accept it. Anna used to love me so much. She used to follow me everywhere.

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

I love you, my daughter. - I love you too, Dad.