My Father Brother Novels & Stories

my father said, strolling up like this was some damn reunion. “Forget?” I repeated, laughing bitterly. “That’s rich. Says the people who already moved on. Got yourselves a brand new kid to replace me, didn’t you?” My mother’s expression darkened and closed the child’s ears. “This boy is your brother.” “No,” I snapped. “He’s your second chance. The one you actually hug. The one you probably tell you’re proud of. He’s everything I wasn’t good enough to be.” But my father wasn’t done.

I barked, my voice thundering in the room, reverberating the same anger and impatience that I was feeling on the inside. "I am your brother. Younger." He said, and I froze. I couldn't believe this, considering that I had discovered two other siblings before him. I kept wondering what kind of man my father was and why he couldn't just control himself instead of causing issues for me after his demise. "What do you mean?" I asked him, unsure of what to make of the statement. "Your father is my father. Your mother too" he finished, and I froze. "My mother lost the baby after me, and her womb got damaged after that" I told him so that he could say something better than that.

"Asher laughed then kissed my cheek, dad growled. Asher kept going he placed a feather light kiss on my lips. I sighed as he held me closer to him. "This can't happen!" Dad yelled standing up."Why?" Asher also stood up placing me on the floor."You have been brother and sister for 16 years!" Dad snapped."Not really John!" Asher laughed. Your not my real parents! This shouldn't bother you..." Asher shoved dad. HE SHOVED DAD. oh my goodness. Asher growled and kept glaring at dad. "You have no right to talk to any of us like this..." Luna shy growled."I know what my blood type is, mom." Asher snapped jabbing a finger towards Luna shy."I think I do have a right!"

“I don’t know what I expected, Dad. Maybe that you’d yell at me. Or that you’d ask why I disappeared for so long. But you didn’t, I wish I was still a child so you can spank me or shout at me, I'd be happy.” “You disappeared,” my father rasped, “because you didn’t know how to stay or maybe because I was too far away too and never gave you time as expected.” Alexander exhaled shakily. “And you didn’t stop me.” “Because I failed at staying too.” Silence. Then my father said, “Don’t wait for funerals to start being someone’s son again.” I stepped away before either of them noticed, I've heard enough of this and I've started sobbing.

She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her. I heard my friends, Jake and Leon, chuckle behind me as I watched my father lead Maeve out through the front door with his hand crossed on her shoulder. It was unbelievable. With each second that passed, my friends’ laughter became more annoying and clearly taunting. “Your father sure has taste…” “Your ex is going to become your stepmother…” They laughed. Angry, I kicked the cushion beside me and screamed, “Get the hell out of my house now! All of you!”

Father demanded. "I love her father, she is my mate. And she doesn't deserve this at all." He answered. "You can't love her, and she definitely can't be your mate. She is your sister, have you forgotten that!" Father shouted. "Step sister, father. She is not my real sister, we are not related. So tell me why we can't be together?" He demanded. "I knew I should have taken you with me. Leaving you here alone has made you forget your morals." Father shouted.

I was only eight years old when he first said those words. I remembered standing beside him in his study, watching two men kneel before his desk. Both were powerful businessmen who had made the mistake of trying to cheat him. One was begging and the other was crying. My father sat calmly behind his desk, drinking a glass of wine as though their suffering meant nothing to him. I had asked him why the men were so afraid and he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Because they know what I can do to them." I looked at the men again. "But they're rich too, Father."

Dad walked out. Vanessa's parents erupted in curses behind him. His own parents had never liked the Bennetts. They called the housekeeper over and had them thrown out. Dad wanted everyone who'd hurt Mom to pay for it. That was his revenge. But it was only the beginning. He had made a vow in front of her grave. Every person who had hurt her would answer for it, every single one. And so the years passed. I grew up and took over the Carter Group. But Dad was never the same man again.

Xavier “I have told you several times that in this business there are no friends. You have to be very careful about who you let into your space.” My father scolded me on the phone. “I understand your point, father, but I have told you countless times not to worry about Adrian. And like I’ll always tell you, Adrian is my friend and brother.” I said. "Brother, from where? Because I am sure he didn’t come out of my loins.” My father said, and I had to roll my eyes. My father could be a little bit dramatic at times.

“I don't want to lose my son too!” I froze, he stared at me. His chest rose and fell heavily. “I already lost my first son, your brother,” he whispered. “I won't lose another son.” My brother, not my father...My brother. That was how I discovered the truth. The man I had spent years calling my father wasn't my biological father. The Chairman was my real father and the man I thought was my father? He was his brother. The revelation had been followed by another truth after another until I couldn't tell which part of my life had ever been real.