Novel & Cerita Is Elio's Dad Gay

"And we are so sorry, Leo. But we will never lie to you again." Leo slid off the chair and walked straight toward Elias. Instead of shouting or crying, he wrapped his arms around Elias's neck in a tight, trusting embrace. "It's okay," Leo mumbled into Elias's shoulder. "I always wanted a real dad who wasn't busy being a famous CEO. I like the one who plays chess." Elias held his son tightly, closing his eyes in profound relief. The ultimate risk had paid off. The foundation of their real family was finally secure.

she replied. “Well, I just had sex with one of my father’s oldest friends, and he didn’t even know.” Her tone sounded more excited than the one Elowen had heard earlier, which was clouded with revenge. “Why do I have a feeling that you enjoyed this, and it wasn’t just for getting back at him?” Elowen asked, and Guilia sighed. “Because I have been in love with him my entire life, but my dad would kill me if he knew,” she said. “I wish I could come clean to him, but Xavier isn’t good for my health.”

“All Giuliano is interested in is getting dicked down and not exploring pussy.” “Just because he has same-sex preferences doesn’t make him less of a man, Father,” I said. It was getting more difficult to keep myself calm. “He’s probably a better man than you are.” “He’s older than me and gay. There is no way you married him.” “I never said I married Giuliano.” “He’s next in line.” “Was,” Domenico said. He’d remained mostly silent, but I knew he had an affinity for his uncle and wasn’t going to stand for my father talking down about him.

LALIYA’S POV “I honestly cannot believe Santi would do this. And without asking for your take on it?” Elio fumed. Elio Meadows was my husband’s younger brother who had turned to be my best friend over the years. He was nothing like his brother and if I wasn’t a part of the family, I would bet my money that Elio and Santiago weren’t real brothers. While Santiago was rude, cold, and inconsiderate of people’s feelings, Elio was warm, kind hearted, and probably the most understandable person I’d ever met. He was just like my brother, Crone.

“I know you are, but right now you’re acting completely out of control. That’s why I kept it a secret for so long. If it weren’t for Gael, I never would’ve found the courage to come here.” “Stop trying to clear his name, Eloá!” Saulo shouted, paying no attention to how hostile he sounded. “I already told you to stop defending this bastard! I’m sure he’s manipulating you, filling your head with promises and illusions to deceive you. I know you. You’re not the kind of girl who acts without thinking.” “Why can’t you believe that I make my own decisions, Dad?” Eloá shot back, tears shining in her eyes. “I love Gael. I really do.”

Elena rolls her eyes. “Where is your father?” Eduardo questions her. “He is dead!” Elena replies angrily. “Whoa whoa whoa,easy peasy little mouse” Eduardo chuckles. “What does my late father has to do with all these?” Elena queries. “Your real father is not dead!” Eduardo finally says. Elena’s eyes widens as she stares at Eduardo in disbelief. “My real father?” “Yes,your mother was a whore like you” Eduardo says as he smiles mischievously.

'It's not like I can ask Eon to take responsibility for my daughter? On the way to the car, Elliot suddenly uttered, "Cecilia, always keep an open mind." Her grandfather has always advised her to reframe her mindset. Not everything that she heard from the Millers is true. And so he has always advised her to be open to the truth that lies ahead. “Yeah, Grandpa… I always do…” “It’s just that, I believe Celeste can choose to find her dad when it’s safe,” she reasoned. “The situation in the company is a little complicated…”

Under both Sebastian’s and Luca’s gazes, I had no choice but to steady my breath, lift my chin, and walk toward them. Each step felt like crossing a tightrope that was seconds away from snapping. I reached them on shaky legs. Luca gestured proudly toward the man—my man, the almost-man, the man whose mouth I still remembered on mine with startling clarity. Unaware of how nervous I was, Luca's smile was warm and broad. “Eleanor,” Luca announced, “this is my father. Sebastian Rossi.”

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

"Do you still not get it, Elio? I faked my death on purpose. I cut you off on purpose. Three years ago, in that fire, it was already over." Elio looked as if he had been struck by lightning, shaking his head in utter disbelief. "No… that's impossible! You loved me more than anyone. How could you leave me? You're just saying that because you're angry, right?" Elio got to his feet and tried to pull me into his arms. Before he could touch me, someone stepped in and yanked him away. "Who are you?" The man shot him a cold look. "I'm her fiancé, Carmelo Gotti."