Novel & Cerita Matthew Perry Father Old Spice

A slow grin spread across his face before he answered, "Let’s just say I was once one of the wealthiest businessmen. But all of that disappeared like magic, thanks to that son of a bitch—your devil husband." My eyes widened. A rush of emotions overwhelmed me as realization struck. I knew this man. "Uncle Perry?" I whispered in shock. Perry Parker. When I was younger, the Parker family had a thriving business. He used to be friends with my father and had even visited our house before. But at some point, their company’s name vanished from the business world. By the time I entered college, I had lost all contact with them. Was he Yohan’s rival? Did he try to compete with and surpass Yohan, only

Paloma~ I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.

Spencer Sachs, a Cabinet dignitary and a God of War, was 65 years old and had only one arm. "Where's my granddaughter?" "You fool! Just look around and see who looks like your granddaughter!" Zayan walked into the courtyard, loudly calling out but with a satisfied smile on his face. Spencer quickly fixed his gaze on Matilda, trembling with excitement. "She looks just like her!" "Enough about that. What about your son, Logan? He's going to the firmament. What do you plan to do?"

If both father and son were destined to die in Casper’s hands, there was nothing he could do about it but he wouldn't live the remaining days of his short life in the guilt of having done nothing when he could. "Grandpa, you said my father died from a stomach ulcer," Mattia recalled. "Because that was what you had to know. It wasn't easy to convince his grandfather to speak on your behalf but I know that boy. When he's bent on something, he never gives up.” The old man’s voice had a blend of warning and fear. He knew the things Casper had done for his grandfather and they were horrible. Even the best assassins hired by both himself and Casper’s grandpa got themselves killed in the attempt to

"I have forgiven them a long time ago. My grandparents spoiled me. I had a really great childhood. I wouldn't trade it for anything." When Matthew was born, his mother and father were only 17 years old. They were both in high school. It was a shock to the entire conservative community in which they lived. Matthew was so lucky he didn't end up in an orphanage. His father's parents were diplomats and were traveling a lot. When they found out they would become grandparents, they almost lynched their son. On the other hand, his mother's parents were respected lawyers. His mother was their youngest, of their three children and perhaps the most spoiled and ravaged because of it.

“How many times have you used the same line on girls?” “Not once. You're the first person I've brought here, aside from my son, but he never liked hiking or any outdoor activities that included getting a little dirty,” he said, and it sounded like he meant every single word. “Yeah, I know... I know,” I said when I was reminded of Tyler. He was right. Tyler never liked getting dirty and was a total clean freak. “I spoiled the mood, didn't I?” he asked, sounding sad and apologetic. “I need to watch my words before speaking.”

The younger one, looking a lot like Erick must be the Spencer senior and the classy looking woman in her forties must be his mother. “Did you sleep together?” the old man asks. I swallow my saliva, and turn to Erick, who does not respond. I shake my head. “I think we were too drugged,” I lie. I can feel the dull pain between my legs, but this way is less complicated. “Erick?” the old man questions and Erick still does not respond. “Pearl?” the old man calls out and the PA rushes in. “Yes, Sir.” “Did they consummate?”

“Who is your father and who the fuck are you?” Matt smirked and dropped his glass. He leaned back on his seat and crossed his legs then his gaze darkened, followed by a stoic look on his face. “I am Matt Jefferson, and I am the first son of our father, Harry Hamilton. I am the son he had whilst he cheated on my mother with your mother. Let’s just say that our father made my mother the other woman, leaving us with nothing.” I swallowed, finding it hard to believe. There was no way dad could do such.

The father and son looked quite similar to each other. Despite being middle-aged, it was easy to tell Eric had been handsome as a young man. It looked like Lila's and Eric's genes had combined in the best way possible to give birth to someone as gorgeous as Spencer. There was no doubt in Lucille's mind that these were Spencer's parents. Spencer confirmed her guess by greeting, "Mom, Dad." Before Lucille could say anything, Lila gave Spencer the stink-eye and said, "Don't tell me you've forgotten about your mother now that you're married, you brat.

I support my back as I place one leg over the other, looking at Matt. Returning to his conscious state, he seriously says, “I hope you get out of New York soon. The city needs no more members of the Miller Family.” I sigh, already tired of having to talk to him. He hasn’t matured at all in the last five years. Being a father was supposed to have made him grow up. With a mocking smile I say, “Toussaint family, Matt. Steph has my last name.” His eyes shine with fury. He wants to get to me, but I’m more skilled. And I also know how much he wanted Steph to take his last name. I’ve hit his ego.