Jude Bellingham Parents Novels & Stories

"I know, Portia. I don't think you intentionally brought me to your parents' house to witness anything else. But that's not what I'm referring to." I straightened my spine and squared my shoulders. "What are you talking about then?" "The way you look at him." "Look at who?" I blanched and nearly hit my head on the window behind me. "Jude." Bart glanced my direction, knowing he'd struck a nerve. "Remember when we talked about your parents wanting to adopt him and I asked you why it bothered you?" "Of course, I remember." "I don't think you were very honest with yourself about why you didn't want him to be a part of your family."

"Then you..." "I pitied her and the child in her belly, so I promised to marry her and help raise her son after she died." Jory lowered his head and ate his porridge slowly. He said, "Beau's biological father is called Vincent. There weren't many youngsters who were as outstanding as him in business back then." "Your parents, Hamza and Shreya... were only on the same par with him." Eliza pursed her lips. "After that, he..."

But I know he's watching me no matter where he is right now, he's proud of me. So I graduated from high school while my friends were also fulfilling their dreams. Aden evolved in the Premier League in a premium club in the country, thus detaching himself from the influence of his mother, while Carla entered the most famous academy of sciences in the country. Johan has continued to work while studying and my sister is so outraged by her responsibilities that she has decided to take time off with her husband and son. I thought I heard that a second child was in progress and that is the real reason for her leave.

" he stood up and walked towards Raina's room. Raina was in a deep trance and didn't feel any pressure beside her. She jolted in fear when she heard her father knock on the door, "Your young boyfriend isn't as irresponsible as you think" he muttered with a smile on his face. A smile that creeped the hell out of Raina. She felt something wasn't right. "Jude Bellingham is here. You need to meet him. It's awkward receiving a fund from such a young guy" her father cracked his voice.

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.

Not his true parents? But even so! And I already warned him not to do this. “Jude.” I called him and I get up sitting down and I was able to breathe seeing myself still wearing my clothes. If he’s thinking like Jeoff, for sure I am no longer wearing these clothes. He looked at me and dropped the call. “You’re already awake.” “Jude, are you no longer having pity to the people around you?” “You are concerned to the parents of mine you used to know? They are not even related by blood to me.”

They seemed to be having a tense conversation of some kind, but they fell silent once we approached. "Jude," my mother said in that low, fake sweet voice of hers, "this is my daughter, Mena. She's so excited to meet you! She asked me a million and one questions about you on our drive here!" Jude slides his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head. His hair was thick, dark brown, and wavy. His eyes were blue, too, but they were an even frostier shade than his father's. From a distance, they would look white.

In her thirties probably, and there’s a man standing beside her. I know him. He’s Mr. Walker, Jude’s dad. I’ve seen him once or twice at school during parents’ meetings, and ‘that’s Jude Walker’s dad’ was whispered all around. The woman looks young, way too young to be his mother. Besides, she’s not blonde, and one among Jude’s parents must have been blonde for him to get his gorgeous hair from.

Helder"s father, the man, also met. The man spoke in order not to disturb and to finish things faster. "As I said before, I am working as a scout for the Gençlerbirliği team. That"s why I"m here. " Helder"s father was happy. Her child"s dream could have come true. But there was a problem. Gençlerbirliği club was in Ankara. Helder and his family lived in Istanbul. It would be difficult for a 12-year-old to leave home.

I say. "And how can I help?" asks my friend. " He wants to know Jordan's father's name." I say. "Is that all?" he asks. " For now, yes." I say. " Well, his father owns a multinational and international company, and his mother is an event organizer, not just any type of event. They're pretty rich and—” I cut her off. " Rebecca what are the names? She says soon." I speak without patience. " Jeremy Brenner and Suzan Mark Brenner." she says and I close my eyes.