Jay Park Enhypen Father Novels & Stories

We both are not interested in gossiping besides I don't think we will care about this new boy. Let me introduce myself, my name is Hailey Song. My mother is American and my father is Half Korean and Half American. People only knew me as an ordinary girl who sometimes get into trouble but I'm actually Harrison North's one and only daughter. My family actually owns a couple big trading companies and chemical companies. I begged my family let me change my name to Hailey Song just for the sake of highschool and they let me. They completely understand and let me do my thing. The school knew about my real identity and Lia of course.

I am revealing this. "Please open your gift, Big Kai," I said, making him look at me. I nodded at him. He opened it. "What is this?" he asked, looking at me. I opened my mouth to speak but .... "A DNA test result." Caleb chipped in. "What?" Imani blurted. "What the fuck did you just say, Caleb? I rested my eyes on Big Kai. He is staring at the result. "Jay Jay is your son." He looked at me.

Mom, this is Yenna Reynolds, she's my fiancée," Yenna smiled and reached out to greet her, but my mom barely brushed hers. "Nice to meet you, ma'am, it's my pleasure," Yenna said. "I can't say the same, but that's it, it's my son who got engaged to you. "Mom, please!" I said, frowning "Nice to meet you, sir, I'm Yenna Reynolds," she said to my father "Nice miss, my name is Ismael Reynolds, I'm Jacob's father," my father very cordially extended his hand to Yenna and she reciprocated by introducing herself as well.

Kennard chimed in, his voice sharp and angry, "I should call your parents and ask them how they raised you. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Doing things like this without fear of retribution?" I fought to keep my emotions in check. "I'll say this one last time—Christopher is Hanley's son, and he's your grandson. If you don't believe me, we'll wait for Hanley to come home and sort this out. Worst case, let him and Christopher take the paternity test again!" Kennard didn't respond and just glared at me.

My father has multiple shares in Wendy's father's company, and Park's father, who is separated from his famous wife, Cereet Lake, has my dad as a top investor in his textile company. Although Park lives with his mother, he has a cordial relationship with his father and often accompanies him to my home for business gatherings. Wendy's father attends too, but from my observation, I don't think he has a good relationship with his son. They both attend the gatherings at different times and in different cars and barely stand in as a family.

Is he my future husband? Daddy was going to the meeting room where they were meeting rich people who are also part of the business. "Daddy!" I called and ran to it. It stopped trying to enter. It faced me and the others entered inside. "What? We have a meeting today, we can't talk for long." Daddy's in a hurry. He is Leandro Yu, my father, and owner of Sumex. "Is it true? Johnser will be the heir to Uphone?" I asked him.

Is he my future husband? Daddy was going to the meeting room where they were meeting rich people who are also part of the business. "Daddy!" I called and ran to it. It stopped trying to enter. It faced me and the others entered inside. "What? We have a meeting today, we can't talk for long." Daddy's in a hurry. He is Leandro Yu, my father, and owner of Sumex. "Is it true? Johnser will be the heir to Uphone?" I asked him.

"Your father has late-stage cancer. The doctors say it was caused by overwork." She placed several diagnostic reports on the table, her eyes rimmed with red. "He's only 40 years old this year and barely had any time to enjoy life." I held that diagnostic report, not knowing what to say. Beside Leah was a small child about three years old. He bore some resemblance to me. Those eyes in particular—his, mine, and Edgar's—were exactly the same. "He's made a will and left half of his estate to you. He said the person he failed the most in this life was you."

His eyes were closed like he was only sleeping. "That's him" I said my voice barely above a whisper. "That's my father. Samson Hale." The attendant nodded and started going through the paperwork with me. I answered every question in a numb mechanical voice. "Yes, I'm his son." "No, there are no other immediate family members here right now." "I don't know about organ donation. I can't think about that right now." I signed where they told me to sign. Release forms. Identification papers. Basic funeral arrangement details.

Knew through every conversation about his health, his development, his future as my heir. And I fell for it so easily. Took her into our home, played family with her while Skye watched and suffered. For what? The thought makes me nauseated. "Who is his father?" I ask, not sure why I care. She's quiet long enough that Elder Graham clears his throat. "Jarrett Mays," she says finally. "From the eastern territories." I don't know the name. But Noah's expression suggests he does. "He's been trying to be involved," Noah says, his voice flat. "Hasn't he?"