My Fathers Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Opening it and I saw the younger self of my father with a man and they were laughing like they had no care in the world. “That's my father and yours. They were best friends from the womb, loving each other like they were one that they began to look alike that would explain how close their bond was. My father soon joined a bad gang and your father began to sell hard drugs for him and it was booming with lots of sales and no police involving in their business. Their bond grew stronger until my father trusting his best friend; your father decided to give him the highest volume of dress to take and he sold it to the companies.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

Best friend indeed. “If he is indeed my father's best friend, how come I never met him? Why wasn't he present at the funeral yesterday?” Why did we have to meet in a club if they were truly best friends? I wanted to add. He cleared his throat and shifted on his chair. “Your father and I fell out some years ago due to some business issue, but then I realized that he wasn't at fault. I tried to reach him but my attempts were unsuccessful until last night when your mom reached out to me. I'm still pissed that she didn't call me when he was ill. I'd have done everything within my power to help him stay alive,”

Warren and Uncle Vincent were conversing, and my father was on the phone with someone. When I walked in and made myself present, everyone's attention was drawn to me, and my uncle gasped. "There's my favourite goddaughter!" He jumps out of his seat and walks over to me, grinning. He pulls me into one of his bear hugs. "I'm your only goddaughter, Vincent," I laugh and shake my head at him. Uncle Vincent was my father's best friend; he's been in my father's Mafia for nearly forever. My mother told me about their other best friend, but things didn't work out for him since he allegedly betrayed both my uncle and father, which neither of us appreciated.

He puts his empty bottle down and leans forward, studying my face carefully. “He’s my best friend, has been since we met at the Police and Fire Department game day. It feels wrong to keep such a big part of myself a secret from him – to hide who I am when he shares so much with me.” Finn is one of the only Police Officers that my father actually likes – he’s been my best friend for the last four years and never let me down. He knows about these trips and has been trying to invite himself on them for the past year but I have said no – claiming Father, Daughter bonding time.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

"Inside, you'll find real mastermind sitting behind the seat on Country K's Financial Council." ‎Ever since my father fell ill, my life had turned into a high-stakes war zone, making me the target of ruthless tycoons. But looking at Charles, I knew I wasn't easy to bring down anymore. ‎The moment we stepped back into our private suite at the hotel, the emotional overload of seeing my father so weak, combined with the pure relief of knowing he was recovering, swept through me like a tidal wave. ‎I turned to Charles, unbuttoning his shirt and pressing my body against his broad chest.

The kind we had fought to earn the right to care about. Through the open door I watched Kael work the sticky pump with the same focus he gave war maps. The bond sat quiet and deep between us, no alarm, no court performance, only the low awareness of him existing in my father’s yard without either of them bleeding for it. “He’s still the man who took you from this house,” Father said behind me, voice low. “He’s also the man who stands beside me in the one I built.” I did not turn. “I don’t need you to love that. I need you to keep writing about fences.”

“Not Mathew Cross, right?” “You know him?” “Yeah, he’s dad’s best friend and my godfather.” “Oh.” “How did you meet him? I haven’t heard anything from him since dad’s funeral.” A whirlwind of emotions suddenly swirled inside my chest. For the longest time, I thought he and dad were just old people who liked to have afternoon barbecues and bottles of beer whenever they got together. Both retired from the military and worked for Summit. I only learned of the true nature of their jobs through Dad’s journal. He had no family, which made searching for him impossible. I hoped he was fine, hiding or doing what he did best, but the thought of his demise crossed my mind over time. A tremendous weight