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“Father that is not as easy as you think, we are not even dating father” “Son, you're too soft!” “I'm not fucking soft father! You just have to understand that I'll do anything you tells me to do, but I don't want to sleep with her and then she hates me the next day, I don't want that father, I'm not like you who don't have the last bit of conscience I still have that father, I'm going to do what you want father, but I need time, Time father! You don't expect me to rape her, cause the last thing I want to be is a rapist, I nearly murdered someone today, I haven't recovered from that yet”

— When that happens, I can live in peace! — What happened to your parents? — I ask. — I honestly don't want to talk about it! — And you don't have to pretend you're sensitive to me, you're Guillermo's son, and what I hear about your father is that he's a man who doesn't care about anything, he's extremely merciless. AND YOU ARE JUST LIKE HIM, RUTHLESS AND IRRESPONSIBLE! — Pa... I mean, I'm not like my father, I'm not merciless! — That's a lie!

The thinly veiled satisfaction in some of their voices, like they had been waiting for her family to fall and now they finally had front-row seats to watch it happen. A man in a gray suit approached her, his smile too wide. "Christiana, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. Your father was a smart man. Very smart." He paused, letting the words settle. "Perhaps too smart for his own good." She stared at him until his smile faltered. "Excuse me," she said, and walked away.

He loaded Mayhem with small bullets and aimed for the smallest toe of Tino's right leg. Tino's heart split, but his body shook vehemently when the bullet hit that toe, blowing it off. "Please!!!!! Please!!!!!! I did nothing!!!!! I did nothing!!!!! My.....gawd....I did nothing!!!!!!" Behind, Jude wondered why Tino is so soft. Isn't he the son of a very dangerous club? Unless he doesn't know who his father is. That must be it. The second extra minute was already preparing to roll in, and Tobias finger is still steady under the trigger, ready to blow off the second toe, dangerous calm settling over his bold features.

“Whoa, babe. You okay? You almost fell.” I forced a shaky smile, avoiding Raymond’s piercing gaze. “Y-yes. Everything is alright. Just… My legs hurt a little. I’m fine.” Raymond straightened, his expression perfectly composed, the picture of a proud, respectable father. He clapped a hand on Daniel’s shoulder.“I’m actually proud of you, son,” he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying genuine approval. “She’s a real catch. Beautiful, polite… you’ve done well.” Daniel’s face lit up like a child receiving praise from a distant parent. His chest puffed out, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Really, Dad? Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.

Salvatore was a fire that could burn you, Vincenzo was the ice that would freeze you to death without a second thought. What is the deal with this father and son? I wondered. They both looked at me with the same terrifying intensity, like I was the only variable in an equation they had already solved. "You look like my wife," Vincenzo said, his voice a low rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. No wonder my son is bent on making you his.” “I’m not a replacement, Mr. Moretti.” I didn’t like the way he looked at me, as if he were measuring me against the dead.

" I said. "That doesn't matter to me mother. In determined to meet him today." He replied. "Well, you know I can't stop you." I said. "Thank you mother." He said and left. I just hope he won't get into trouble. Hilton's dad POV "Go to your room and stay there!" I yelled. I can't believe the guts of this boy. He dares to talk back at me? I'll definitely show him who is the father and who is the son.

He was asking "Where's the child", not "Where's Christopher". The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Even he didn't believe Christopher was his son. I took a deep breath. "Hanley, we've been married for four years and known each other for six. Don't you know who I am by now? Even if you don't believe me, you can't deny that Christopher is your son." Hanley paused, his expression unreadable. "Four years? What does that prove? And besides, Christopher never looked like me from the moment he was born. Everyone around us says the same thing. How do you expect me to think?"

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

After driving fast for a few minutes, he pulled over to an empty roadside next to a closed gasoline station and slammed his fists against the steering wheel. "Damn it! Damn it!" he yelled inside the quiet car. He hit his fists against the center of the steering wheel until his knuckles turned red and swollen. The picture of Marky and Adeline’s wedding, the story of Adeline’s love for his son, and the fact that their union bore two children—all of it brought him endless bitterness. He was jealous. He was jealous of his own son because he had attained Adeline’s love, a love that could never be his again.