My Husbands Dad Novels & Stories

I said. “ He is nothing but a joke son, I know why he is sending a warning because we had some scores to settle in the past, I know it is going to be hard because he is Claire’s husband and my rival” My dad said. “ Claire never had a husband” I said.

my dad asks. "Maybe it is high time you opened your eyes to the fact that I am married to an AA business tycoon. I have my husband's love and support, so I do not have anything to worry about." I tell them both as I hold Adrian's hand. I really need them out of my house and back to theirs. "But Alex,,,,," My dad tries to talk again.

Even though our mother passed away ten years ago, he seems unable to turn his back on her. “Malik!” I still haven’t got out of bed. Isn’t it too late to visit? This time I heard Dad call with a slightly more urgent voice. Why is my dad so impatient? I can understand if he is so enthusiastic about his new wife-to-be. A week ago, when my dad returned from his job giving a seminar in the state, he immediately said he would marry again. We were all very surprised. Who is this woman? Moreover, my dad told me that she already has a daughter the same age as me. I thought my dad would choose a young woman instead of a widow.

Dad replied seriously, staring at me with daggers. I wonder why. Oh, who am I fooling? I am sure he is mad at me because I came back with a woman without their knowing, and we’re married. “I’ve been calling you for years, Neil, to help our country. But you didn’t answer. Your country needs you. Until when are you going to keep me in a distant length?” Dad confronted me with grudge on his heart because I just came back even though they’ve been summoning me. “And son, you’re married? Why didn’t you tell me at least?” Mom asked all of a sudden, getting in between, with tears in her eyes.

"Old Mr. Cloud cannot tax his body and mind now. So, I think it's better for him not to concern himself with the company's affairs." Suddenly, a slight sense of uneasiness hit Theodore. Although he had assumed the title of Cloud Group's president, he had received plenty of help from his father, and me, his virtuous, capable wife. As chairman, Benjamin personally oversaw the company and dealt with the shareholders, while I, as the vice president, took care of most of the business affairs. Theodore didn't care about the company's operation most of the time. Hence, of course, he would be panic-stricken now that he couldn't get in touch with me and his father had fallen ill.

Eli nodded, kissed her, drove off like a man who knew the next few hours could decide everything. Damian’s house was quiet when she arrived. The porch light buzzed faintly, a mosquito circling it like it didn’t know any better. She knocked once, then used her key — muscle memory from years of visits. “Dad?” she called, stepping into the hall. “In here,” came his voice, calm, even. He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, drying a glass he didn’t need to dry. He smiled when he saw her — the kind of fatherly smile that had smoothed over countless childhood scrapes. Tonight it looked like a mask.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

I didn’t have to wonder what my husband was thinking. “You are worth quite a penny,” Alessandro muttered, his eyes darting the pages of my parents’ will. Apparently, not enough. Because my husband threw me away. There was no time for bitterness or regrets. I didn’t care about the money, but it was obvious my grandparents didn’t want my father or my mother to get their dirty hands on it. Not that I could blame them considering what they were doing.

He was hurt by what had happened to his nephew, but more than that, he was frustrated that his brother, a man who had always been exemplary, was going through this situation because of Pablo’s irresponsibility and bad decisions. "I warned him," Kevin said, visibly frustrated. "I don’t understand how he could leave his wife for this trash. If this woman woke up with Pablo, how the hell didn’t she notice his condition?" "According to the housekeeper, he was lying on the sofa, drowning in his own vomit," his mother said, her voice weak and tears welling in her eyes.

"No need to cry over spilled milk, the did has been done, now is the time for Raymond to take over the responsibility he has been running away from for a very long time. I can't keep going to meetings with my old age." "As for Alex... Go on a break to clear your head first." My dad added. I didn’t know whether to laugh or lose my damn mind, I already expected this. I turned to face him "I'd only accept to run the company and all the things you want me to do if only I'm not pressured to get married or find a wife." I only said that to get him angry because my father always believes that behind every successful man lies a woman. The old man stood up almost like he was going to hit me with his