Novel & Cerita Nikola Jokic Parents

“Why would that matter?” Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he asked another question. “What were your grandparents’ names?” “My father’s parents?” I asked. He nodded. “Grandpa Arthur and Granny Shania. They were both simple people from the northern continent,” I said slowly. “Very kind, but nothing unusual. They passed away when I was young.” Justin hummed thoughtfully. Then he pointed to another name on the document. “What about this one?” I stared at the name. Nicholas... the baby's name.

The discovery was already making her dizzy and her palms moist before she even got the chance to find out. Mom Tessa sighed deeply and said, "Your biological parents are Richard Jones and Irish Brown; you also have an elder brother, Jacob Jones. You must have heard of the Jones family in New York."

So, I'm not ready to settle down," he added. Monica's parents looked at each other. "Monic, how about you, we match you with Zidan, he is the son of Mama's old friend, he is a good man and he is a doctor," said Mama Marsha. "It's true what your mother said, 'Son, all this is for your future," said Papa Rian.

No wrinkle of disagreement in his lips. What the hell is wrong with him?! “Fiancée?” Their father sounded surprised. “I don’t know you are a family man, Nikola, but this is good. This means that our bloodline will continue. No more casual sex for you now.” I paled. Lifting his arms again, their father then smiled at me and stated, “Come here my soon-to-be daughter.” I froze on the spot without even intending it. Nikola’s quick push on my back had me stepping towards the Big Boss and receive his embrace.

“So Nicholas is his name.” "Yes, honey. He is the only son of Chloe and Damian Romualdez, the owner of Romualdez Corporation. Damian is my college friend. I know that they are good people. That’s why I chose their son for you. I chose him not just for our company but for you as well, honey. I know he will take care of you just as we take care of you." My mom sincerely said. I smiled. I know that apart from business, our parents still think of us.

Jada pulled away and pretended to be busy with clothes again. “Well we always talked about being a chain,” I said, half serious. By chain they likely meant somewhere else close. I definitely didn’t see them moving but I could plant the seed. Jakob would likely be all for it. Our parents lived two hours from here but we rarely see them and Jakob’s parents were retired and in Florida. But, they weren’t at all close. “They don’t eat carbs or sugar in LA,” she scoffed. I laughed and nodded, pretty convinced that was true.

Reca was doing the asking while Niko answers. "At home. Well, my father is a retired military officer and mom works as an accountant," Niko lied. But it was sure to satisfy Reca's thought. She nodded. Then asked again. "The only child?" "Yeah." "I bet you're childhood is that happy," Reca said. Her face was not happy as she said it but nor was Niko. It even reminded him that he had lost his childhood. He does'nt even know how its like. Probably as happy as how Reca said.

I couldn't find anything vital so I decided to search on them. "Wow. They are really rich." I said out loud as I was taking a close look at their assets. "Oh? They have a son too? Who?" I muttered clicking on the image and my hand froze. "What? Kunle? Yeah that's right, he bears Jokotola. But, he is involved in this case?" I clenched my fist as I went back to his parent bio. I really hope they weren't involved also. This isn't looking so nice.

I looked at him. "What does that have to do with Noah?" Aiden enlarged another article. My eyes scanned the page. Then stopped. There was a photograph from the announcement. Richard stood at the podium. Several university officials stood behind him. And beside Richard— Noah's father. Jace went still. "No." Aiden looked at him. "You knew?" Jace shook his head slowly. "I knew his father worked in athletics when Noah was younger." "Worked where?" Jace didn't answer. I already knew. My stomach tightened.

He’d just said, “We don’t get to choose our parents.” “My mom’s touring the world,” he told me. “She’s currently in Uzbekistan, but once the news breaks that I’m engaged, I’ll probably see her at my doorstep the next day.” He spoke of her with fondness. “She has a boyfriend, Silas and he has a ten-year-old daughter named Alana.” There was that fondness again when he mentioned Alana. “Wait—your parents aren’t together?” I asked, surprised. I’d always seen Richard,Mr. Sinclair Sr. with a wedding band on, so I assumed.