Jacob Black Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

The lake reflected the moonlight as I hid behind the cabin, watching the man—my so-called fiancé—pinning a blonde bombshell to the deck of his yacht. Three times. He had rejected me three times. At our engagement party, in front of all Five Families, he’d said, “My mother just passed. It would be disrespectful to her memory to talk about marriage right now.” At the charity gala, he refused to dance with me. “Bella, can’t you understand the grief of a man who’s lost his mother? You’re being selfish.” And just last week, at a family gathering, he didn't even look at me. “Maybe Isabella should find someone else.”

Finally, today is the day my plan sets in motion. For years, I’ve been preparing for this—training, learning everything about Xander Black, the son of the man who murdered my parents. I was eighteen when my uncle told me who killed them. Stephen Black and my father were college friends and business partners. They co-owned a company they built from scratch, with Stephen holding sixty percent of the shares and my father forty percent. Everything was going well—until my father came up with a million-dollar idea that could push the company forward and earn him a bigger stake. That made Stephen jealous. Greedy.

Jacob said immediately. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Alpha Haria." And Haria did not insist anymore and just sat next to Jacob. "By the way, where is Christian's dad?" Jacob asked curiously. Haria was stunned by Jacob's question, so she couldn't answer right away. She didn't even know how to answer him. She hesitates to tell him the truth. She wasn't sure if it was right to tell him the truth or not. "Yeah... You can't remember who Christian's father is," Haria replied. "H-He's already gone."

he responded, and I frowned. "Locals? Some of these locals wouldn't just accommodate us like that, you know that, right?" I inquired, referring to the two of us. "We have that covered. Their son, Jacob, is part of the dirty business. In fact, he wants to break free from Blake." "His parents think we are his married friends from where he used to work in New York, and we need a place to stay since we just moved to the city," he uttered, and I choked on the bottle of water I had just placed to my lips.

"Jake doesn't hate anyone. He's too obsessed with football and cars. He's never even been in an argument, that I can remember." "That's not true..." Jessica said, finally piping up. "The other day, Madison and I were walking home from school and we overheard Jake get into a really bad argument with his father." Madison smiled, offering Bianca another swig of vodka. Jake and his father never got along very well. Jake was always something of a disappointment to his father, as Jake was athletic and charismatic, while his father was geeky and introverted. Mr. Robert Thompson was head of the research and development department at a major electronics company and always hoped for a son who could on

He raised his head and smiled at me. Jacob is actually my father's bestfriend’s son. I have known him for four years. My father wanted to transfer all his property to him until I reunited with my father and Jacob handed everything to me because he was the one managing my father's company at the time. “You are all grown up now, how are you?”. He asked with a still displayed on his face. “I am fine, when did you get back from London? And where is my father?”. I was actually getting impatient already.

Xavier replied casually. "Did James' death have anything to do with this?" Jacob asked again. Xavier didn't answer, but from the look in Jacob's eyes, he was sure that his guess was right. This made Jacob sigh softly, his body leaning back against the sofa. "Supposedly, you just need to carry on Daddy's efforts, why do you have to deal with such a cursed thing? Daddy's sure, if Mommy finds out about this she'll be mad at you." Jacob gave his son understanding.

She asked. Marcus's phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen, it was a reminder from Julian, he looked up and into her face and then nodded. "Jake said he was being mocked because he didn't have a father." Olivia tried to subdue the shock that she felt. "Where is his father, Olivia?" Marcus asked. "No kid deserves to pass through what he passed through." Olivia inhaled sharply. "He's dead. He died when Jake was just a baby, he doesn't remember anything."

“It’s not as simple as you think. Our father almost threw a fist at Jacob when he found out. He was still very much active in the mob dealings then.” Anna blinked after listening to Jackson. “The mob? He was a mobster?” Her heart hammered against her chest at the revelation. She hadn’t been expecting the older Michaelson to have that history. Jacob saw how her eyes had furrowed with worries, and he dared not tell her that he was the one that their father had handed the mob over to. “How old were you guys then?” She tried to get the tiny information about their father from her mind as she moved closer to the pleasure room.