Jude Bellingham Dad Novels & Stories

Zella Dad gave a nervous laugh and parted the man's back. “You and your terrible jokes. Come on, I'll see you off to your car.” The man shrugged and gave me one last look before Dad saw him off. I watched him drive out through the gates before asking my father. “Who on earth is that?” “A business partner to be if all goes well,” Dad replied, leading me inside the house. “A business partner? He hates Isaiah!” I said without thinking, and Dad turned to me, arching an eyebrow.

Rolling his eyes, JD ended the call. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he walked into the classroom and went to his history teacher and swim coach. “I was on the phone with my dad. Sorry.” “Everything OK?” “I don’t know. He never calls.” “Go call your mom.” She smiled at him. “Thanks, coach.” He nodded and walked back out of the room. He went to a small atrium and called his mom. “Hey, sweetie, is everything OK?” Helen asked over the phone.

Including any more detail would only end in a lengthy lecture that I didn’t have the patience for. “Devi venirmi a trovare prima che muoia, nipote. Porta anche Jude con te. Il ragazzo ha bisogno di mangiare di più. [You need to visit before I die, grandson. Bring Jude with you as well. The boy needs to eat more.]” Jude snorted, then looked away. He feigned indifference, but I knew he was listening. As my father’s second son, he wasn’t raised around our family, rather his leech of a mother.

Blake stated. Judah... who had promised that he'd be honest with me no matter what. "Life hasn't been exactly kind to him... especially with what happened with his father... he's been through a lot of pain and anger," Jenny's voice echoed in my head. "Dead," Judah said casually when I asked him about his father once. "It's my fault," Jenny said. "My dad was a contractor. He worked on this house. We dreamt that someday the three of us would live here, my dad, my mom, and I," Judah said when he took me to the abandoned house at the cliff.

He spoke like it was the most natural thing, his voice deep and husky. Bellamy's dad? Jesus Christ, how's that possible? Because this man in front of me looks really young. He looked to be in his late thirties. I met his gaze and couldn't help the shiver that rippled through me. "I'm sorry, but Bell never mentioned you to me, and y..you look way young." He chuckled, "Neither did he mention you to me. Well, I'm not his BIOLOGICAL father and our relationship is nothing to write about."

James winked at him. Jude looked unconvinced, "I don't believe you." "Ouch," a hand went to his chest, as he feigned hurt. "It hurt my feelings to see that you doubt me, Jude. Do you not miss me?" Jude tilted his head, squinting his eyes as he studied James, trying to figure out what he was up to. "You heard about my father's arrival from Italy this morning, didn't you?" James smiled, "Yup. He got my wine?"

As I arrived at my father's house, even as I wanted to drive Olivia directly to my home, I pulled my car in the driveway and parked it. Unlocking the door, Olivia got out, while I got out and carried her things, her medicine, and some of her clothes. I recalled going into her room the previous weekend to search for her clothes, and I pathetically picked her underwear and sniffed it like a lunatic. My heart raced at the reminder of it, but I steadied myself and moved towards the house. As we stepped in, Dad sat with a friend, a man who was a lawyer too. Barrister Jude Austin. He was my Dad's best friend, but Barrister Jude's children and I weren't close. His son, Tony Austin, was playing for

Jude arrived and even before he was able to enter the gate, I already go ahead. Run Lily, and I headed to my private room. I take a deep breath and looked outside through the window. Jude already let his men go. He is already the CEO of their company because his Dad already retired and he didn’t even wait for Jude to finish his studies. How will he balance his studies and his company? Well nothing is really impossible for him.