Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Novels & Stories

His leather shoe came down on my chest as I bit back the pain. He crouched down and looked at me. "You want this back? Sure? Just kneel in front of me, crawl between my legs, then shout loudly that you shouldn't have been a homewrecker." "You—" "What? Don't you want your son back?" He raised the urn as if he were about to smash it onto the ground. The seconds dragged by. My hands trembled as I slowly climbed onto my hands and knees, then crawled between his legs in utter humiliation.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

I was already on the edge of losing my mind, craving to be filled. "Come on, Dad," I thought. "Don't have mercy on me just because I look fragile and pretty. Just ravage me." However, the image of what I'd seen earlier suddenly flashed in my mind. Anthony's length was monstrous. No—I'd like to take that back! I couldn't do it. I definitely couldn't take in something so huge when I was so tight and narrow. It might even rip me apart and cause me to bleed to death right here. Then, I would contribute to the news articles tomorrow with a headline that read, "Midnight Tryst Turns Fatal: Thirsty Daughter-in-Law Ravished to Death by Father-in-Law!"

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

She knocked on the door. Soon it was opened, but not by Jenny. Instead, it was her father. Robin smiled, happy to see him. Although he was Jenny's father he didn't really seem like a parent. He was in his late thirties - he must have had Jenny when he was quite young - and looked good for his age. He was tanned with a strong jawline and a good build. He had short dark hair with a few flecks of gray.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Now, Sofia had scattered them across the floor like they were nothing but a joke to her. My vision blurred as tears welled in my eyes. Just as I rushed forward to stop her, Vittorio stepped through the front door. His gaze was deep and unreadable, and his expression was icy. He looked so much like his daughter in that moment—same cold eyes, same unfeeling face, same cruelty hidden beneath composure. He called her name softly, and Sofia immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing as she poured out her complaints. Holding his daughter, he spared me a brief glance.

'Casino huh' As expected of Marquess Ajelo's son, he has the same sh*tty hobby as his father. They are so identical to the point that the only difference between them is their age. Their greed and attitude are both the same 'Manipulative bastards' Like father like son. Father is a trash bum and so are his son I don't know whether I'll laugh and be happy that they'll be easy to dispose or feel disgusted because we are currently in one place and breathing the same air but one thing is for sure, I will definitely kill him. Not now, but soon