Novel & Cerita Poppy's Dad From Trolls

Mr Shades begged, just line I had earlier expected, and my lips curved up in an approving smirk. "Alright, Pops, everything has been settled now, I'll call you back—" "Hold up, who are you trying to get fired?" Pops asked, and I made to end the call when he quickly added, "Don't you dare end this call on me now. Who are you trying to get fired now?" "A staff who just misbehaved, dad. It's nothing serious." I told him, about to end the call again when the bastard named Trevor blabbed,

I turned away as the guy trailed his fingers down my face, and I took in the total number of people in the room. Four guys apart from the Matteo guy and the... I wasn't sure who he was, but he was giving off leader vibes. The guys behind him solidified that. "Bring him in." I glanced at the door when two of the four guys went outside to bring who they were referring to, and I gasped when I saw it to be my dad. "Dad! Dad! What the fuck? What is wrong with you guys?" The Matteo guy pulled my chin up harshly to face him and smiled, "Nothing, dear. Nothing is wrong with us. Just doing our job."

I explained further, crossing both hands against my chest. “I see." "Dad, I promise..." “Not another word from you." His father warned. The old man walked towards the bar, downed a glass of hot tea, and Tristan and I both stood there waiting for his judgment. If I go down. He does too. The old man walked back to us, blowing his other hand twice. "Tristain." "Dad." "Triatain." "Dad, it's not…” "Triatain." His father cut him short.

Then Dad spoke, "So, it’s possible that Grandpa and Poppy’s father made the arrangement before he even met Chloe. Back then, Poppy was the only daughter he knew about, so she was the one they arranged." "And now, Poppy?" Summer turned to her. "How are things at home now? How does your daddy treat you?" With tears in her eyes, Poppy nodded. “I’m okay now. Even though Daddy doesn’t treat me like he used to, it’s fine. What matters is he doesn’t hurt me anymore.” “Wait, what?” Summer asked in shock. “You mean… he used to hurt you?”

"No buts, you're coming with me and that's final" . . ~Poppy's POV . . "Am really sorry dad,I shouldn't have gone with the plan but I just wanted her to be happy for once,I knew they'd definitely fall in love" I said as he turned to look at me. "You just toyed with her feelings,you just made her an object,why? Because of selfish reasons?" He yelled as I flared up.

"Lisa, you've become someone I don't recognize since that night at LOST." "Disappearing, blocking me, then crawling under my father's nose. Now you're scheming your way even closer." He took a step closer, his eyes bloodshot. "That Mr. Lai from LOST, a man in his forties… did he please you so much you hung up on me?" "What, wasn't he enough?" "So you set your sights on bigger game? Couldn't wait to latch onto my father?" "Lisa, how low would you sink to climb up?"

"You used money to gain friends. They weren't ever your friends, Jake. They were there for your money, and now that it's gone, they have moved on to the next fool." "I know that." He looks around us. "I realised the one person who didn't want me for the money. Who was truly nice to me was you, and I fucked you about more than anyone. I'm sorry." This is too quick. Something tells me, yes, this has made him realise, but in his head, he's not apologising for fucking me about, but to hope it helps him gain back his money. "What has your dad said?" "That until I prove I'm grown, I get nothing. I need to get a job, work, earn money and realise just how hard life is. Easy for him to say, he's sat

"No, stop! Just call me Arnold. Anything else works, just not that. If my dad finds out, he'll definitely give me an earful. Our family has some strict rules." "I'll call you Arnold, then!" Poppy was being very bold. I couldn't help but lift my eyes to look at her. She was making a big deal out of nothing.

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

"I'm not suffering, Dad. As long as you're okay, everything I did was worth it." At that moment, all the hatred and scheming vanished into thin air. I was no longer someone obsessed with revenge; I was just a child terrified of losing his dad. As long as Dad was still here, everything I had done had been worth it. … Dad's condition improved day by day. With the support of the donations, we got the best anti-rejection medication and hired the most experienced caregiver. Color gradually returned to Dad's face, and he was even able to get out of bed and take a few steps with my help.