Michelle Zauner Father Novels & Stories

She put down her bag, looked at me and sighed. "How can I not be tired, Chris? you don't even know what is going on at home recently." "What happened?" I asked. I am already calmed down at the time but still worry about the family. "It's your dad." Mom replied. "your dad is only a driver in the Macmillan family back then, but because he took care of Michelle, he rose through the ranks in the riches." "Now, Michelle has become the son—in—law of our family. So, your dad naturally entered the board of directors and helped Michelle fight his sister, wanting to help him become the President." Mom explained.

“It’s too sweet. “Even sweeter than the drink Mom had in the hospital that day.” Sniffing back a sob, I tried hard to suppress the tremor in my voice. “Happy birthday, Artie. “Mom misses you.” That night, Logan set off fireworks all night long for Jenny’s son. I, too, sat beside my son’s portrait and finished the birthday cake. Dawn came, and I returned to my room to pack my bags. At that exact moment, Logan got home. “Artie, Dad’s back! “There was an emergency mission last night, so Dad couldn’t make it to your birthday.

My father slowly reached out as if to touch my face. "You… You're…" "Dad! I'm right here!" Susan's voice cut through the moment, her feet stomping in frustration behind me. His eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time, he truly noticed Susan. Glancing between the two of us, he asked, "Which of you is Miranda's child?" Susan's expression shifted, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground in a flood of tears. "Mom, you left too soon! How am I supposed to survive on my own? Dad doesn't even want to acknowledge me! Even on your deathbed, you were still thinking about him!"

My heart was out for her, but this was a truth she needed to hear no matter how painful. Lena," I said, my voice soft but firm. "There's something you need to know. Something I've been holding back for years." Her eyes widened, and a flicker of fear crossed her face. "What are you talking about, Zara?" I hesitated, looking over at Jacob, who nodded the tiniest bit. "Jacob isn't just someone helping me bring Mr. Klein and Kai down. He's. my father. The room seemed to tilt for a moment as the words hung in the air.

"Your parents—you don't have to tell me anything. I just—I want to know all of you, Zac." Zac exhaled deeply, looking out at the city again. He swung his hands that were dangling in the air. He licked his lips. "My dad—he isn't really in the picture. He left a few years ago. He—he wasn't a great guy. He was an alcoholic who was a mess all the time. My mom, she—" Zac rubbed the back of neck, pausing. My heart was aching for him. I shook my head softly. "Zac, you don't have to tell me any of this."

Zachary was relaxed in his chair as Zayne stood with one foot up on the deck and a hand resting casually on it as he listened to his father. "If we can get our hands on one, our community will be set for life, and you and your family will be set for life," his father suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes at Zayne, then asked, "By the way, when are you going to find a Luna?." At that, Zayne had heard enough; he left abruptly as he suddenly had the urge to strangle his father; it was overwhelming. Which he found weird. Zachary had lost him at 'bidders,' grasping fully what his father hinted at.

"I heard Dad talking to Mr. Lancaster after you ran off. He was furious! Said you embarrassed him and ruined an important business deal." Michelle's stomach churned, but she forced a neutral expression. "Is that so?" "Yes!" Millie grinned as if relishing Michelle’s misery. "You should’ve seen his face. He said if you don't apologize and accept the marriage, he’ll—" Millie paused, then smirked. "Well, I’m not supposed to say." Michelle clenched her fists. She already knew what her father was capable of. He didn’t need to say it outright—his control over her had always been unspoken but absolute.

Zayn's POV Three weeks after returning from London, I was in a board meeting at Castellano Global's Manhattan headquarters when my phone rang for the third time. I finally decided to step into the hallway and answered. "Mr. Castellano, this is Dr. Sarah Mitchell from NewYork-Presbyterian." Her voice was professionally calm in a way that made me sense danger. "Your father collapsed this morning. We've run tests and the results are concerning. You need to come immediately."

and I start to go round and round until I can't take it anymore and I get overwhelmed. And then there is the matter of my father. I can hardly describe in words how bad I felt when Azael told me the story. Has my father always been like this? What about that affectionate man who taught me to ride a bike and bought me ice cream without my mother knowing about it? Now I start to remember that Dad would always disappear without saying anything, then come back two days later and argue with Monique. They never really got along, so I'm glad that a man as means as Harrison "Tucson" is to me right now has left our lives. Because we may have needed it many times, but we have never needed it.

The one from when I fainted during exams and was admitted for two days while my parents struggled to pay the bills. Paid in full. It was paid by the same foundation. A foundation whose director’s signature sat at the bottom. Luca Gonzales. Zac’s father. My vision was blurred. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. This didn’t make sense. Why would Zac, who barely acknowledged my existence in high school, pay for all these things? The sound of a door clicking shut behind me snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned. Zac stood at the doorway.