Rather Than The Son I'll Take The Father Novelas e Histórias

“I just decided to cross out another from the list.” [“Don’t be too much of a devil. My son, your two elder brothers have gone through life normally. Are you hoping to set a bad example to our youngest?”] The father coughed in the middle. [“He proclaimed himself as the black sheep, didn’t he? Is there a need to take the title away from him?”]

"You are worried for nothing. Soon Alpha Thomas will realize his mistake and come back here begging to take you as his mate." "And if he does not?" I am struggling to keep my voice low. "I will not be his second choice." "Look at you, Pumpkin," my father says as he holds me at arm's length. "You could never be anyone's second choice. Come now, we need to find Alpha Richard. There is much that needs to be discussed." "I will not be his mate," I growl louder than I mean to and my father looks at me with a smirk on his lips.

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

I’m in her father’s house, and I can’t afford to deal with her now. “Father prefers a stranger to his own son. You took the entire empire from me, but I tell you one thing, Zane. Watch your back! You’ll never be a true Fernandez, even if you bear the name Malibu, and one day, I’ll take what’s mine.” “Enough!” Father’s voice booms. Yusuf turns to face him, a frown etched on his face. “Ever since you returned, this house has been chaotic. I will not condone that.”

Is she truly the love of my life. "Is that what you want? if so. Just do as you please. But don't come running to me when you need help, cause I am not in support of this decision of yours. You are my heir, my successor and if you are rejecting this, then I would pass it on to your adopted brother Xander. If you want a boy who grew up from the slum to take your place, then I have no problem with it. But I want you to think of this very well. Don't you want to take up the family's legacy." "This week has been booked down for my surgery." My father added.

“Hand her over to me and I won’t do anything stupid, son” “Son?!” I scoff, raking my fingers through my already disheveled hairy “you are calling me son? I regret being fathered by a man like you and you know what? Today, I am more than ready to end you. I will take your life as penance for what you did to my mother. I won’t let you hurt her or my child in any kind of way” I hear from footsteps behind me and I turn my head to see Xena and the puked cadets. Is she in on this with my father? I am not sure of that but one thing is clear, I won’t let anyone hurt my wife.

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here. Let me guess—you’re trying to use my father to pressure me? Get him to force me to marry you?” I didn’t answer, just watched him quietly as he continued his little performance. “Listen here, you bitch,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “I’d rather die than marry you. That bullshit marriage contract your dead father left behind means nothing to me. I’m the Moretti heir, not your slave!” His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks. “Let go,” I said, my voice soft but cold. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it?”

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

" I’m bored , would rather be any where but here , looking like my father’s son acting perfectly for the camera like he doesn’t hate my gut , like I wouldn’t love to shoot him but I can’t leave … . My mother valued family way more than her life , she would always talk about how we shouldn’t air family laundry outside. We can be enemies behind close door but outside we are a family and we stand by each other So here I am standing by my father, even though I would want nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off his face with my gun Suddenly he leaned forward to me “ Notice how they just said that you are my son , they didn’t even mention that you are a billionaire just my son , that’s all y

“Father, I …” “Primus,” he smiles, his eyes cloudy and unfocused. “How fare’s your mate? I assume she is resting in her nest, yes?” his smile grows. “Congratulations on becoming a father. When will you present her to court? I would love to meet the princess who finally conquered your heart.” I grunt in reply, my heart burning. Even in his final moments, he’d prefer to have Primus by his side. ‘I am not Primus, Father,” I speak crisply in a clear, even tone. “I am your other son.”