Nate Jacobs Dad Novels & Stories

"Well... not all daddies are the same. My father used to give me a book so that our time together would mean reading in silence. Sometimes we would listen to loud rock music and play air guitars. Maybe he's just getting comfortable and don't forget, Nate is a serious guy. He doesn't have a fun humorous side like Wayne. He's wound up tight and you gotta get used to it. I did tell you not to get close but you had stars in your eyes. You've made your bed..." "I'll lie in it." "Good girl." "What kind of father do you think Chris will be?" "You know what, I'm not sure. Try and comfort Nate. Something tells me he has no one else to do that for him. I'll tell Frank. Maybe we can drop by later to se

At least if things went south I had them with me. The door opened to reveal an older version of Nate, "Nate my boy so glad you made it" His dad I presumed, pulled him in for a hug. Nate pulled away first and looked towards me. He took my hand and pulled me towards him. "Dad this is Jade, my girlfriend" "Ah so this is Jade," he mumbled with a surprised look on his face. "Well it's nice to meet you, honey," he grinned as he pulled me in for a hug as well.

Christopher and Michael exchanged puzzled glances. That evening, just before sunset, the bar burst with music and sound, flashing colorful lights everywhere. Nate, in a black oversuit and white shirt. stood at a reserved table, a drink in his hand, an elegant smile playing on his lips as he spoke with a man in his 50s, also sharply well-dressed. Kim approached. "Nate, you have a call. It's your dad." Nate excused himself and answered the phone. "Yes, Dad?" he said, his voice instantly professional.

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

He wanted my expert opinion. ‘But why did he assume you hate Max? Are you going around telling everyone that he is an orphan? And that you don’t like him?’ ‘I knew you didn’t like him, but I didn’t think you’d hate him this much, dad.’ I said to my father, my voice tinged with disappointment. ‘I said nothing of that sort. All I did was mention I had a single daughter when his father mentioned his son went to the same school you did. And I meant single, that you weren’t married yet.’ Nathan Jacobs protested, but she could easily detect a lie.

I found my dad leaving the gym with a towel around his neck from his workout. “We need to talk.” “Do you mind if your old man showers first?” “I mind.” He sighed knowing this was THE talk. We entered the den and my father took his favorite reclining chair. I sat in the less comfortable Victorian loveseat. “Start at the beginning. Why the hell did you hire Senator Jacobs’ son?” “He’s the best. He went to military school, became a Marine, and then a cop. You needed the best.” I vaguely remembered my father complaining one time about Senator Jacobs’ stupidity for not pulling strings and getting his only child a plush military assignment during his enlistment. This wasn’t what I was after, thoug

His name was there, written in Jacob's handwriting, tied to transactions and deals that had linked him to Jacob's empire all those years. My fingers shook as I touched it, my heart tightening. The picture that I had seen before flashed before my mind, the one with my dad and Victor and now here was the proof, the connection in black and white. Alexander's voice broke the silence. "Natalie… what is it?" I turned slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "My father….he was in Jacob's life. He knew him. He worked with him." The file slipped slightly out of my hand, but Alexander caught it, his face grim as he read through the pages.

CHAPTER 191 Nate's POV I slipped my hands into my pockets, watching the two bastards kneeling before me. Roosevelt’s mouth was bloody but he still had enough energy to glare at me like he wanted to rip my throat out. Dad on the other hand just looked annoyed, like this whole thing was beneath him as a person. I stared at them in silence before I finally spoke. “Why’d you do it, Dad?” My voice was calm, but I was far from it. “Why send someone to kill me? Why take Jessica away?”

All the doors to the past suddenly opened. Clara’s parents were Nathan and Emelia Jacobs. He used to be the president of the biggest financial firm in the country. Her mom was an accountant before retiring to take care of her family. They went to the same college but did not really date until they both started working. That’s where they met and fell in love. There was no mention of any kidnapping, that’s why their trial never led them to the Jacobs’ family. They had an older daughter, Carmen. All the articles said she had died in a car accident.