No Longer Your Son Novels & Stories

"What did you just say, Mom?" Georgina looked at him. "This is my last time calling you my son. I gave birth to you after carrying you for ten months and brought you up with my husband, not for you to be an unscrupulous human being. You and I will no longer be mother and son from today onward. Whatever you want to do in the future is all up to you." Marshall froze for a while before laughing uproariously. "You've really gone mad, you old bat! I came here to give you money, yet you cut me off! Karen's right—you're so stubborn that you're beyond saving!"

"The son I raised would never have given up so easily." "Maybe I'm not the son you raised anymore dad." I said. "Life dealt me a huge blow the first time and I got up but I can't get up now. I don't think I ever will."

“Son, I—” “I’m not your son,” Edwin cut him off, the words as sharp as a knife. “Not anymore. You lost the right to call me that a long time ago. And I’m under no obligation to forgive the people who made my life hell. Not even if they’re my parents.” Edwin paused and glanced at me for a brief moment before adding, “Especially not if they’re my parents.” I remained silent, my face a mask of calm. But inside, I was utterly more relieved than I’d expected.

“But I’ve changed my mind. This is my life. I choose who I marry and how I live it, not you.” “You are my son,” he snapped back, his tone sharp and commanding. “I have every right to guide your decisions and steer you away from the stupid mistakes you keep making.” I laughed again, this time sharper and laced with bitterness. “Your son? Since when did we start pretending we have any kind of real father-son relationship? Last I checked, you barely tolerated breathing the same air as me ever since your previous son died.”

I raised my head to look at him. "Trex Corporation, huh? Look into it." He started towards the door. Hand on handle, he looked over his shoulder. "Don't come looking for my sons, Zyliah, because henceforth, you no longer have any parental rights. It's gone alongside every feeling I have for you. Enjoy your new life." Then he was gone. I sank back, lowered my head on the desk, and cried my eyes out.

I utter softly, and blood drains from her face. Father stares at me like he can't recognize me. But really I don't care. "Noelle, you don't mean that," his voice cracks, laced with utter disbelief. I let out a sarcastic laugh. "You don't want to believe it, do you? Now, listen to me carefully. I am no longer your daughter. I am married now. And trust me, you don't want to piss my husband off. Go back to Haden and tell him that I was never his in the first place. I sincerely hope you'll get better."

" A dry, fleeting smile crossed his face. He had come to pay his respects, but this was what he had truly needed to say. He was done with the family. The fault was not his. Whatever happened to the family from this point forward had nothing to do with him. He would honor Arthur, but the women of that household were no longer his responsibility. The moment he said it aloud, the weight he had been carrying eased. Time was short. This was something he had needed to do, and now it was done. His chest felt lighter because of it. "Only, Father. You told me your son had died. So who is Jason? How is he your son?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” I shrugged, which made the shirt slip off one shoulder. “I’m just making coffee. If the view bothers you, you can always go back to your room.” His eyes flicked down again, lingering on the lace hugging my ass, then back up to my face. The hunger there was raw. “This has to stop. You’re my wife’s son.” “Almost ex-wife,” I corrected, voice dropping. “And I’m almost twenty. Not a kid anymore.”

"Your heart condition, I'm the one who found the doctor. If you don't believe me, you can call Dr. Jefferson." My dad's mouth hung open, staring at me in disbelief. I took one last look at all of them. "Mom, Dad, I've been away from home a lot over the years. I feel really bad about it.” "If you like John better as your son, then I'll let you have what you want.” "From now on, I'm not part of the Freeman family anymore." After saying that, I turned to leave. However, from behind me, I heard several people shouting.

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."