Jack Ryan Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Ryan suddenly looked up at me, his curious eyes searching for answers, " Mommy! Uncle Luca said that he is my only father. Is that true?" I was shocked for a while. Though I preferred him to tell Ryan in a decent way but it looked like he had confused my son with his words. Sigh..how could I expect a gangster to act in a decent way? I still debated my answer. But Ryan should know the truth. He had been yearning for his father ever since he grew up. He deserved to know the truth. At least when he was present here with him.

"It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born." "Do you use the surname Ryan too?" "I prefer to use my father's." "Which one?" "Pearse." "Mr. Pearse, then?" "Yes, ma'am." "So, Mr. Pearse... what do you do in New York?" "I took over my family's company a few years ago." "You're not that old." "Almost twenty-seven. I didn't know you were curious." "I have to know who I'm accepting a ride from." "A ride? I don't think this is just a ride, Kate."

My eyes went to Ryan, who nodded as if he was telling me that I could share anything with him. "You love your father the most?" he asked. I nodded with a mild smile. "He is my hero. Believe me, Ryan, when I say being a single parent is not easy, especially when you can't tell people about your mate or who pregnant you." I mumbled, noticing how his body flinched upon hearing me. His face and eyes show immense guilt.

The room seemed to part naturally for him, his aura demanding attention without effort. Jade followed a step behind, smirking as women subtly adjusted their necklines in Ryan's path. He leaned in, whispering something that made Ryan chuckle softly before they made their way toward Enric. “Mr. Carter,” Ryan greeted, offering his hand. "A stunning event, as always." Enric smiled. “I’m pleased you could make it. Where are your parents?” “Abroad. They insisted I send their apologies,” Ryan said with a crooked smile.

“I supported you because we both dislike being manipulated by our families? Although my dad is the prime minister, I was the one running around helping him get those connections before he was elected. Even his connections are doing better than him. As for the funds for the election, weren’t you the one who provided them?” Jessica said with mixed feelings, “Ryan, are you trying to tell me that your dad can’t actually do anything to you?” “I’ll never fight a battle unprepared. I’ll make sure you won’t lose,” Ryan said gently, “What’s more, my dad is quite similar to Grandpa. They think that women need to get married sooner or later.” “Ryan, you’re really amazing, especially considering how you

I asked, and they each took one of my hands. The rest of the night was better, with Ryan giving me his personal tour and lastly, showing me his parents’ house. Oh crap, was I going to meet them?? My heart nearly fell into my shoes as he pulled me toward the front door. “My folks are away visiting Zach’s mom. That’s uhm, kind of a long story I’ll tell you sometime,” Ryan said.

I said quietly. She gave me a look that made it clear she wasn’t buying that. “You went home with him that first night,” she said. “Then again. Then he gets you a job. Then he defends you in public. And you still haven’t told me who he is.” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Jane narrowed her eyes slightly. “What.” I stared at the floor for a second longer than necessary. “He’s Ryan’s father,” I said. The silence that followed wasn’t dramatic. It was just immediate.

She masked her insecurities with humor and a never-ending stream of optimism. Ryan Carter, the class clown and self-proclaimed master of sarcasm, completed their trio. Ryan’s father, a high-profile corporate lawyer, and his mother, a neurosurgeon, were rarely home. Their demanding careers left Ryan with a large house, a credit card, and a lot of freedom. But behind his carefree facade lay a longing for connection and attention, something he rarely admitted to anyone.

Ryan had a family. He has a wife and two daughters, age fourteen and eleven. A younger brother who ran a legitimate electronics repair shop in the suburbs and believed, or pretended to believe, that Ryan’s money came from import contracts. Can you believe this, can you believe this idiot has a nice family and yet he decided to rob me of my family by helping Martin elope with my woman?

“Mrs. Peterson, our class teacher, wants to meet my parents. She’ll call you tomorrow and fix an appointment. But I don’t want Mom to accompany us.” I sighed, understanding his concern. “I’ll have a word with Mrs. Peterson.” Neither did I want Everly to accompany us. I was a single parent, and they would have to discuss the issue with me. “Will you give me up, Dad?” Ryan gave me an anxious look. “No, why do you ask, buddy?” “I overheard your conversation with my mom. Please, Dad, I don’t want to live with her.” He looked torn and devastated. “I’ll never give you up, buddy. Do you trust me?”