Novel & Cerita Is Elio's Dad Gay

“You’re always busy, Papá. I want a new environment for the both of us—“ “Angelito, I am suspecting about your friend’s closeness. Don’t give me the wrong notion about it because I will be mortified if you will. You’re my only son, and I don’t want you to be gay.” Angelito turns silent in what he says about his relationship with Denver. Even his father gradually knows their relationship, and it is a bad thing. “I guess you think she is wrong. However, what if I am gay, Papá?” Don Pablo cannot understand the different sensations crawling from his spine. He gazes at Angelito, but his son is adamant in the words he says right now. “Don’t joke around this time, Angelito, because I will teach you

she answers, and I hesitate for just a second before asking the next question that has been sitting in the back of my mind since I saw it. “And the man next to him?” I ask, and this time it’s Bonnie who answers. “Emelio Benedetti. Ezio’s father,” she says, and I feel my brows pull together slightly as I process that, my confusion growing as I think back to the image, the way they stood next to each other. “But they were standing next to each other… I thought the Valencias and the Benedettis had always been enemies?” I ask, and there’s a brief pause before Daniella responds.

As the man advanced with a twisted smile, Elio and June got out and stood in front of Maisie. Elio glared, "Don't touch my mommy!" "Who's this brat? Move, or I'll feed you to fishes." Elio stood firm, "My dad is Andrew Clarke, and he's on his way. Leave now if you don't want to die." He had a cold and impassive expression, and his resemblance to Andrew was uncanny. His stern face and furious aura were equally intense as his father's. "I don't care who your dad is, fuck off. Your mom is mine," the man shoved Elio aside.

I stated with a firm voice. “Andrea, you were sleeping with my father right under my nose. I'm not blaming you. I understand you, I'm the only person that can understand you perfectly so please give me a chance. I'm willing to forgive you for what you did. I have known my father, I have seen how he uses women. There won't be any difference with you” Fred remarked, his voice oozing contempt for Diego.

I wasn't ever coming back to this city of lies and deceit anymore, and I didn't want to bother with these people in my life anymore either. I was still huddled up in a corner against the fire escape door when my phone suddenly rang. The caller ID on the screen said that it was Mom. I inhaled deeply and shakily swiped on the "answer" button. A split second later, Mom's shrill curses pierced my eardrums. "Eliana Torre! How could you be so shameless! Your sex photos have all gone viral online! Did you know how embarrassed your dad and I were when your aunt sent them to the family group?

“For everyone else, it’s very simple. You cheat. You lie. You break things.” Eli flinched. The words weren’t shouted; they were delivered like surgical cuts. “Did he make you?” she asked. “No,” Eli said quickly. “It wasn’t like that.” “So you chose it,” she said, eyes narrowing, voice still even but colder now. “You wanted him.” “I wanted both,” Eli admitted, shame in every syllable. “I wanted you, and I wanted—” “You wanted the man who raised me,” she said, cutting him off. “You wanted to sleep with my father and come home to me like nothing happened.”

Emilio added, turning slightly, “all accolades to Richard Dominico, who birthed such a strong son.” My father was standing a few steps away with an unreadable expression on his face. He gave a small nod like this was all going exactly as planned. I scoffed under my breath. “Defiled death? Elix, your father is a clown.” Elix squeezed my arm lightly, then released it and stepped forward. “Papa,” she said warmly. Emilio turned and opened his arms. Elix leaned in and kissed both his cheeks. “Oh, how I’ve missed you,” she said softly.

Would he treat me differently, like a son and not a slave? I guess I'd never know. A hard hold on my shoulder brought my focus back to him. Elio looked at me through deep, black eyes. “Your mother, my wife, died because she couldn’t push your big head out, and she suffered every minute of it,” he snarled. Elio looked out the window, relieving the memory. “She bled for days. The doctors wanted to do a hysterectomy, but she died before surgery. My sweet Giovanni was gone, and all I was left with was a ratish-looking boy who stole her life and stole her eyes.”

Dad growled and I blinked, facing Ignatio once again. I bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact with him. He's my father's best friend and just a few hours ago, he watched me strip for men and even fucked my mouth. Doomed! "Hi, Mr. Sandro. I'm Eloise" I said, not being able to face him. I heard him chuckle, deep and sexy. My heart raced, pussy dripping wet for him. I wanted to press my thighs together and honestly, it took everything in me not to do that.

Leo stared up at him, confusion clouding his big brown eyes. The same look he had every time he tried to understand why love worked differently for him. Elena smiled when she saw me. “Jo? You’re here too?” Her tone was light, polite. “I didn’t know your son went to this school.” Then, with a perfect tilt of her head: “Where’s his father? Traveling again?” Something in my chest twisted.Giovanni didn’t meet my eyes. “Friends’ kid,” he murmured — too quickly, too softly.