Jude Bellingham Dad Novels & Stories

I walked and stood behind Dad and he never knew I was behind him neither did my security and driver, Andy. “What was the last team he played for?” Dad asked, tapping his hand on his forehead trying to remember something, I guess it was the name of the player they were talking about he was trying to remember. I crossed my hands over my chest, staring at him passively as my gaze slowly shifted to Andy who snapped from his seat, “Juventus!” His voice was high-pitched. I wondered if that was truly Andy who seemed cool and calm. He seemed to catch along with Dad so easily. Maybe because they both love football.

Uncertainty mingled with fascination as Jude contemplated the dynamic that lay ahead, but at the same time he felt the need to protect her and treat her with respect and care. “Let’s go,” Jude said and made his way out of the club. Outside of the club, walking towards his car, he took out his phone and called his father. “I have her. We are leaving now.” His father ordered him to drive to a nearby Inn and stay there until further notice. "Jude, listen carefully. I need you to drive to the nearby Inn immediately and stay there until further notice. It's important that you follow my instructions precisely." Jude's father said with an urgent tone.

Apparently, he forgot that he was supposed to wait for Jace to go back and get him, I smirk to myself. I hear my father curse under his breath, making me giggle, “Uh, no offense with the name Jude, I...” Jude laughs and slaps my dad on the back, “None taken, I’ve been called worse.” “That’s hard to believe. I’d be too scared to call you anything worse. Hell, I was scared when I knew you heard me just now!” My father winks over at me but I can tell that he’s serious. “Nah, you have nothing to worry about, you Baxter’s are good people, I would never hurt you. Besides, Ella and I are tight.” He reaches over wanting a fist bump from me as my mother chokes on her sip of coffee that Jace made for

I know Belinda has lost to me and that I will never get her back. "I'm glad that you are realizing it. I'm so happy you are not going after Belinda because Chase Stone will kill you. Everybody can see that he adores his wife and his son. I'm glad that you realized that Belinda is not an option. It is better for you to go to Europe where you can start a new life. I hope and pray that you will find somebody else. You are my son, and I love you and am proud of you for putting your family before the Jones family," My father says it has been a long time since he told me that he has been proud of me, and it makes my heart feel warm.

I replied as an excuse even though the company wasn’t really after the Bellevera. My mom has sold Brent’s shares as a stockholder for a long time, so I also don’t know the real reason other than I’m just a front show. Mister Bellevera—Ezekiel’s father—could no longer accept that his son had no hope of believing to become a one-woman man, because I, too, could not teach his son. Bellevera is a playboy or womanizer and it seems that no sensible woman or even a crazy woman can prove that he’s going to change or can marry him. Yes, he has all the money, but no woman will accept that.

I demanded as I handed him my number. Judith comes jogging out to us. “Your Dad needs you inside.” “Ok, off I go. Thanks again.” “Thank you. See you later.” Matt states as he jogs off. “What’s dad need?” I ask Judith. “I am not sure, but he doesn’t seem happy.”

“I thought he’d leave me there, but he carried me out of the house and to the car. Took me to the hospital. They said I was lucky, that I’d missed a major artery by barely an inch. My father did not share that sentiment.” “I’m sure he did,” I tell him. “He must have been scared to find you like that. He must have said what he did out of anger.” Jude shakes his head. “You are wrong. He only said what he truly felt. He wasn’t around when they were treating me, and when they were done, I went looking for him. Or maybe I was trying to get away, I can’t tell. Either way, I found him. He was in the chapel. Praying, crying. My father’s never been much of a believer. For a moment, I thought he was s

Jude and Juliet called in unison as they ran over to hug me. I bent over to hug my bundles of joy as I put the thought of their terrible father behind me. "How are my pups doing?" I smiled as I lifted them both easily. "Jude got in a fight," Juliet said before Jude could reply. I turned to look at Jude with a frown. "What happened, pup?" Jude averted his eyes from mine before replying. "He said I don't have a dad because he's dead." My expression softened at the sound of that.

He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Do I know you?” The man chuckled. “Definitely not,” he said with a grin. “Probably my doppleganger.” The group laughed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. I decided to ask, “What’s your name, sir?” The man smiled again, his eyes twinkling. “Jude, Jude Bellingham.” The name didn’t ring a bell, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. Something was off, but I still didn’t know where I had seen him.

He said, "Follow me. If you want to go home, ask your mommy to come pick you up." "Wow, no! Let me go!" Shawn carried him and walked out. The reporters held their microphones and watched this scene...all dumbfounded. Just now, they seem to have heard Joshua call this man... Dad! More than once! Could it be that this man was Joshua's father? Joshua came from a single-parent family background, but when he won the championship today and became famous all over the country. Did his father come to him?! Whoops, big news!