Jessica Tarlov Father Novels & Stories

I read the message sent to her by someone telling her that the man who she thought was her biological father was not her father but her mom’s boyfriend who came from a powerful background that’s why her mom went back to Astrana. Tara’s father was my Uncle Kristoff. Tara had no clue about the message as I deleted the message. I can’t let her know about it. No one will know about it and I will take this secret to the grave.

After a few seconds of laying there in silence, Claire finally spoke… “Jess, can you tell me about your family? I mean your mother and biological father.” Jessica was quiet for a while, so Claire thought she had stepped over her boundaries. She was about to apologize when Jessica spoke… “My biological father is dead. He was killed by Old Master Richardson. After that, he kidnapped my mom and hid her in a place that no one knows in other to have Brother Ethan wrapped around his hands and do everything he asks of him.” She paused as she tried not to cry.

Lewis. John and Adrian’s father. The second man…She looked up sharply.“Where did you get this?”Adrian watched her reaction carefully.“Your father used to work with my family.”Jessica shook her head immediately.“No he didn’t.” “Yes, he did.” “My father was a financial consultant,” she insisted. “He worked with many companies.”Adrian stepped closer. “But the Lewis family wasn’t just another company.”Jessica’s grip tightened around the photograph. “You’re lying.”

To him Logan was just a pawn who he wanted to milk money from, but he lost the power because after his careless behavior which made his dad to almost died, Logan was stripped of his CEO title and now his father was managing the company, and hence Logan was useless to him “Yeah but as long as I'm out if this… I don't want any of this to affect my work”Jessie said, she of agreed to such a thing because she hated Tara and sia and all the Navarro's who thought so highly of themselves and their wealth, and hence she played her part and will back off and focus on her life and work

“There’s been an accident. I need an ambulance to 333 Gulf Terrace, uhm the pool area. My son in-law…he just fell." Jess’ father came out and her mom nodded for him to look over. Seeing Trevor laid out on the pavement he took off out the door. Within the minute her father was by Trevors side. “Come on inside Jess. You don’t need to see this.” Her mother had to all but pry her from the railing. Walking to the spare room everything was spinning and Jess felt numb. It wasn’t Trevor. He would never do something like that. “Pretty girl.” She whispered.

'Tara asked, "Loveth is my name, a mother of two kids and a graduate of one of the universities in the country and I did philosophy and later did a computer analysis in one of the recognized institutes in the country, and I got a job as a computer analyst in this hospital, That is all about me," Loveth says, "do you have a parent?" 'Tara inquired, "My father is late and my mom was in the village" Loveth replied, "where are your kids?" 'Tara asked,

When Jessica glanced behind her slightly, she could see her father standing right in front of Tyler. “So, you are the father of my grandchildren, right? Will you take responsibility for what you have done to my daughter? Will you marry my daughter after this?” “…” Jessica's body froze as she heard how her father weakly spoke to Tyler. It seemed like Luke was not only weak but also desperate, and the old man was probably forcing himself to talk to Tyler. Jessica wanted so badly to turn over before pulling her father away from Tyler, away from the source of pain he should never have to encounter. However, she didn't do that, knowing that her father would probably be disgusted by her touch.

She could refuse Jarrel. But not Jarshel. Never Jarshel. “That boy is dangerously charming,” Jess teased. “It’s amazing how he grew up so well despite not having a mother.” Kai smiled, but the ache in her chest lingered. Because deep down, she knew—that was her fault, too. … “Jarrel is a good father. I can tell.” Jessielyn smirked. “You mean the ruthless, hot Jarrel Grayson?” She giggled. “If you had been here the past few years, you’d be so jealous of all the rumors about the women he’s been with.”

“I really appreciate you two coming over here on your day off.” Jessica’s parents had worked for a wealthy New York family, the Michelsons, since she was a little girl. Her father was the family’s chauffer and her mother was the head chef. “We didn’t have anything else to do,” her mother said. “I think you will be happy here. Possibly sell a lot more of your work here than you did in DC.” “Perhaps,” Jessica mumbled as she took her food processor out of the box. “Are you still depressed about the divorce?”

“Come on dad, leave them alone,” Josh complained to his father. His father was a successful CEO and made sure to insert his title in every conversation. It made Josh feel uncomfortable. “I’m just trying to get to know your friends, Josh. You complained about how I am not in your life enough and when I finally attempt to, you push me away,” His father’s voice was smooth and heavy. “Jessie, this is my father, James Clinton.” Josh gave in and introduced Jessie to his father.