Jack Harlow Parents Novels & Stories

“So what’s the big news?” Mom smiles, looking excited. “Wait, let me do this properly,” Dad says and pauses before looking directly at Harvey. “Harvey, son, your mom and I are done waiting. Five years ago, you were in a different place and didn’t even want to talk about settling down. And we understood. You were going through something and as your parents, we did everything we could to show you that you weren’t alone…” Harvey looks at them suspiciously. “Guys, where are you going with this?”

He’s hardly stupid. “Daddy? Hudson is here too, we found him not too long ago. He lives with my mates and I and the baby,” Harlow says, as my father pulls away from her. Suddenly I’m five, six years old. Looking at my father for wisdom, for strength. And he just doesn’t have it to give. *We have it to give,* my wolf insists. Though he’s also told me that my dad’s long lost his wolf. Far too weak to sustain him.

"Harriet, just look at your father!" The gallery was packed with the heads of powerful families, all eager to watch me, the rebel, get what they believed I deserved. The family lawyer, a man my father paid well, rose to deliver a stirring speech: "John Harlow, a father who gave everything to raise his daughter, to give her the honor of our name. And now, as she enjoys her success, she turns her back on her paralyzed father, breaking the most sacred of vows. Such betrayal is beyond forgiveness!"

She was still obsessed with trying to control other people's lives. Her fellow inmates called her the 'Keyboard Warrior'. Callum had it even worse in the men's prison. He had offended many people while trying to please Sienna and had even helped her handle some shady finances. Now, without the Harlow family's protection, all his past misdeeds came back to haunt him. Meanwhile, the Harlow family finally returned to peace. After everything that happened, my parents seemed to age ten years overnight. They felt deeply guilty toward me, believing their negligence had let the wolf through the door. To make amends, Dad retired early and handed full control of Harlow Corporation over to me.

Kent teased, referring to Jarrel, who also happened to be his friend. Kai knew her relationship with Jarrel wasn’t a secret, but for some reason, her parents never seemed to approve of him. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand why. Jarrel loved her. He came from a wealthy family. He owned a business. He was a good catch—a husband material, even. Yet, her parents never warmed up to him. “Just like you, that’s why I don’t like that man,” her mother suddenly announced, her words hitting Kai like a slap.

he reassured me with a comforting smile. I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Harvey. Ever since I had shared my desire to connect with my biological family, he had been tirelessly working behind the scenes, using his resources to help track down any leads. His unwavering support and determination meant the world to me. As we sat together, I reflected on my journey so far. Being adopted had always left a void in my heart, a yearning to know where I came from and who my biological parents were. Harvey understood this deeply, and his commitment to helping me find answers only strengthened our bond.

Could they be talking about two different things? "What are you talking about? We both live in Duchman Estate. Your house is 110, while mine is 111. Your daughter and my younger brother are friends." Darla explained everything in more detail as there seemed to be a misunderstanding. Suddenly Harvey laughed, his sleepiness gone somewhere. He held his stomach which felt like it was tingling. Harvey found this situation so funny. So from that moment the girl in front of him thought that he was Harriet's father. "My daddy is looking after my mommy at the hospital, Darla. He is my Uncle."

Harvey's eyes lit up and he lunged at Kayla, grabbing the hem of her dress. "Ms. Spencer, please help me! This whole thing's been blown way out of proportion. How am I supposed to live with this? You told me to do it. You can't just leave me hanging!" At first, Harvey hadn't thought much of it, figuring that Kayla would have his back later since she'd put him up to it. But then, Jasper, the son of the wealthiest family in the city and a powerful player, showed up. Now, all Harvey wanted was to stay alive. Even if he had to die, he wasn't going down alone!

Harlow throws her arms around my legs, then shrieks and recoils like I’m the Swamp Thing. “Did you get into a fight with a tap?” my father laughs. “Yeah, a Mercer-shaped one,” I grumble, scanning the room. “Where did he go?” Dad shrugs, unbothered. I turn to Harlow, who suddenly finds her shoes very interesting. “Erm...” I narrow my eyes. “Where did Daddy Mercer go?” She sighs dramatically, then points at a door. I turn to leave, but pause. No. I know my kid. I crouch down, flashing her a slow grin. “Okay, princess. Where did Daddy Mercer really go? Not the way he told you to say.”

She says to Parker, and he smiles, getting closer to her. “Okay, no, that will not happen. I told you my friends are off-limits, Parker,” I say, and Harlow rolls her eyes as she shoves a strawberry into her mouth. “You’re no fun, you’re not the only want that wants an older man to fill in the gaps,” Harlow says I go wide-eyed and she realizes what she said and she fake coughs. “You know that Jason Momoa is a lot older than you, right?” She says and I can feel my heart rate going back to normal as Peter tightens his grip around my shoulder.