Misery Parents Guide Novels & Stories

That man was now materializing in front of her. Mike and Mika looked at each other and became agitated. Their mommy had beaten the drums of war. But Mommy had chosen the wrong enemy. After all, that man was their father. "Miss Willmer, I didn't think I would take you along either. So you don't have to worry. I'll soon take my children away from this disgusting place and you won't see us again forever—“ "If not for this disgusting place, your children would be starving and freezing out there. Maybe someone will sell them and you will never know that your depraved deeds six years ago have caused two more victims." Fay replied quickly.

Mina didn't even know whether to cry or be happy. Everything had turned upside down for her within a short period. If only she had known in the first place, she wouldn't have accepted to work in Cassano's company!. "It really turns out that Ruthless Mafia is the father of my kids after all". Mina muttered in a low voice to herself. Tyler, Taylor and Tessa felt really guilty. They clearly could see that their mommy did go through a lot in the past, that's why she didn't bother to tell them the truth.

Chapter 53 Throughout the ride back to the mansion. Missy was quiet, a gloomy expression sitting on her face. She couldn’t get the letter she read out of her head nor her mind. She wouldn’t blame her, this was their fault. Years were gone and didn’t notice the person with them was an imposter. She could only imagine how hurt she is, how heartbroken she is. Her father was the most broken after he read the letter, how she had written in there to let him know how much she now hates him and it is justifiable.

His half-smile was about as convincing as a three-dollar bill. “I’m with Brady and Brooks,” Madilyn continued, like I gave a shit about her firm’s letterhead. “Estate planning, among other things.” She paused, probably expecting me to be impressed. “I know you have questions. You’ll get answers eventually. But first—I’m sorry about your parents.” Hearing it out loud hit like a sledgehammer to the chest. The tears came whether I wanted them or not.

A horrible hunting incident… That was all she’d ever been told on that matter, from her Grandma, or anyone. Misha had never been told who exactly had killed her parents, but she got the distinct impression that whoever this person or persons may be, that they were still very much alive and still at large. All she knew was that she hated Hunters. She hated all Hunters. Now they had taken just about everything from her. Her parents, her Pack was torn asunder as far as she could tell, and Red had fallen…God save them all if he was dead! But she WOULD NOT let them harm her unborn baby; that was all she knew for certain.

I remembered that she had begged my father not to arrest her parents as she had wanted them to see her graduate. However, every crime had its consequences. My parents had no choice but to comfort her, telling her to accept the reality and move on with her life. "You took my parents from me! You destroyed my life!” The impersonator’s eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was trembling with rage. “I’m going to make you suffer as I did. I’ll make you feel what it’s like to lose everything, piece by piece." Dad looked at her calmly, his voice unwavering. “Girl, your parents made mistakes... that was their punishment to bear. It’s not too late. You can stop now before it’s too late."

His line drew dreamy sighs from the crowd—just bile from me. He'd fed me the same words once. And then? Treated his so-called blessing like dirt under his shoe. "Finley, you're the most beautiful part of my life too." The syrup was so thick it begged to be ripped apart. Then a lazy drawl sliced through the hall. "Ella, he's the most beautiful part of your life? Then what am I—the real dad of the kid you aborted?" Danny. Showtime. He sent a banquet table crashing to the floor.

I never expected her to survive the Wastelands and for Mom and Dad to bring her back here! "Ugh, if I knew that would happen, I would've poisoned her with the rest of those guards. Mom and Dad are so blind to what she really is. She might look like an innocent lady, but who knows how many wolves have mounted her? Who knows how many bastard pups she'd forced out of her womb? "Does trash like her even deserve to be their daughter?" She slashed my pictures with a knife and tore my clothes to shreds, completely unaware of the sound of the door creaking open behind her.

Dad shook his head, moving closer to her. “Please, please Michelle. Stay. Please. I'm sorry, If I could, I would make things right.” “But you can't. Let me go. I hate that I still love you.” She spat at him, her chest rising and falling like someone clearly brokenhearted, like a weak woman still madly in love anyway. At the end of the day, parents were only living their first lives as well, even though we expected them to be old enough with enough experiences for guidance. They still had feelings, they felt emotions, made crazy mistakes, and they did terrible, unforgivable things.

I honestly wasn't sure whether I should burst out laughing or start sobbing on the spot. She continued casually, “I know what you must be thinking. Miguel shoots Chadwick. Chadwick nearly bleeds out on an operating table. There is an armored shootout at the gates. Everyone is threatening each other with automatic weapons.” She gave an elegant, careless shrug. “This is not hatred. This is simply how we communicate.” My mouth hung open. What kind of psychotic family dynamic is this?! “It's love,” she added smoothly. I stared at her in absolute, speechless disbelief. Love?! What planet do these mafia sociopaths live on?!