Rather Than The Son I'll Take The Father นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It has, long ago, found an owner, my baby boy, a boy whom I wasn't supposed to lust after. Father might disown me if he knew the thought I had for his son. Between us, he would always choose Matt, even though I was his biological son, the one who shared his blood. I didn't blame him because I would do the same. I wouldn't lie and say I was a filial son. I wasn't. If it came to choosing between my father and Matt, you already know who I will choose.

I raised my voice a little, reading. "Who is better in bed, Sterling? Is it my father? Or is it me, his son?" I looked up at him. I wet my lips. "You know, there is a big difference between you and your father. He is a gentleman, while you are a maniac jerk! Marcov is a great man. He got everything that you don't own, including his fame, handsomeness, and wealth . If I'm yours, don't compare yourself to your daddy because you're just a son. And sons, come after their parents."

Than it did when I couldn’t do anything but beg. Not tonight, old man. “I’m here, dad. Take me. You know you want to, old man so take me! I’m your legacy. I’m your heir. I’m the son you’ve always wanted on your side” “Con?” “Yeah. You and me dad. You and me together like old times. Away from all of this”

he said to his son. "Fuck fate!" He growled with his fingers going through his hair, "I must find Somira and have her as mine"he said sternly. Mrs Liman looked up at her son, "I feel that it is best you listen to your father and move on '' she cleaned her tears, "I still see her son as my grandchild and I don't care if you're not the father. I don't blame Somira at all, that lady has been through a lot and it isn't easy on her '' she turned to her husband who kissed her on her forehead.

I will not disturb your life again. Jake, my son, are you sure this is what you really want? I mean, you can always take back your rejection and be happy with your fated mate. I turn to look at my father. I’m sorry, dad but will never take it back. I must be honest with you as well as myself. “She can never be Maddy Roe Shaw.” I will never love another as I do her. I turn back to Liza. “Take care of my babies, Liza.” You are free to go now.

he began pleading with her. She held up her hand. "I will always choose my son over you and he and I are a joint team. You won't have me without him. All I'm asking is that you treat my son with respect and care. You don't need to be his father, he has one. And yes, his father is the worst but you are not his father. The more people who can love a child, the better it is for the child. You want my son to succeed in life? Or do you want him to amount to nothing like his father?"

Even Jacob and our people have already been pissed off. "Did you hear my father?" Alpha Liam muttered. "He only belongs to us— you can't take him with you!" "Who the hell are you to order us?" Jacob sucked his teeth while looking at Liam. "I'm the alpha of the pack!" Alpha Liam said. "He is my father!" I shouted while taking rapid breaths. "I really don't care!" He looked at me with a smirk. "Stop me if you can—I am taking my father with me!" I looked at both my son and father while pushing Alpha Liam back.

I snapped before I could stop myself. Sophia’s smile widened. “Surprised?” “This is not something you decide without me,” I said, turning to my father. He didn’t flinch. “This is bigger than you. Bigger than feelings.” “I already have a life,” I said sharply. “And yet,” he replied, “you are still my son. And this family comes first.” Sophia tilted her head, studying me. “You don’t look happy.” “That’s because I’m not,” I said bluntly.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

Father sat beside me and cracked a small smile. "He's the only one I trust, Zhizn moya. You don't like him but I do. He's changed. He's a better man now and he'll be your King while you his Queen,” Father said. I glared at him from the corner of my eye. Maxim hadn't changed at all. Infact, he was still the same egotistic idiot I knew all those years ago. “Can we get somebody else? I'll even take him if he's your age. I don't care, just not Maxim," I begged.