Novel & Cerita Relatos Amor Filial

Herbert replied with a reassuring nod. Without warning, the CEO hugged his father warmly. Closing his eyes, he replayed the memory of their broken relationship. Even though Julian and Herbert were not related by blood, their bond was once that strong. Secretly, both of them harbored longing for the past and wanted to go back to how they used to be.

I could see the love that she has for him. I have to admit that Amara's dad is one of the coolest individuals that I have ever come across.Alpha is one of the kindest individuals that I have ever associated with.He treated me as his son.Alpha cared about me and showed me nothing but love.He still accepted us even after finding out about my relation to Fernando. For the first time in my entire fucking life,I felt how having a father felt like and all thanks to Alpha for treating me like his son.It's dad that things turned out this way…

“She just left a relationship. She was betrayed. She was sold like property by her own parents. Then forced into a crisis with Adam.” His jaw tightened. “She’s still healing.” Isla nodded slowly. “That explains her hesitation.” He looked at her. “She doesn’t look at me the way I want her to.” Ah.There it was. Isla smiled gently. “Love is not always immediate,” she said softly. He turned toward her fully now. “Mother, you loved Father first.” She laughed lightly. “Yes.” “And he loved another woman.” The memory flickered in her eyes. “Yes.” “And yet,” Aurelian said, “you stayed.”

Flesh and blood. Despite the anger, resentment, and profound sense of betrayal that had poisoned my relationship with Amelia, I could not deny the genuine affection I felt for these two fragile beings. They were my daughters, born of the tumultuous union between the woman I love and the man I had become. No matter the circumstances of their birth, I felt an unbreakable connection to them and a profound sense of responsibility.

“I don't need you. You are my wife, my love. I trust you and I know that you wouldn't like to tell something like this unless you were ready. I'm willing to wait till then.” I forced a smile, tears building up.in my eyes. My lips quivered as I spoke. “You love me too much, I don't know if I deserve this?” “Hey-” he squeezed my hand. “You love me when I wasn't worth any love. You gave my little sister a family she never had. And you gave us, a son.” “He is not yours-” my tears trickled. He wiped them. “It never mattered to me. In the Famila, we live for each other, we live each other, we kill for each other and we died for each other and yet only very few of us ever have any relations to each

“And she will give me an heir. A strong, healthy son.” The words settled heavily in the room. Mary felt hollow. This was the truth of it. Not love. Not companionship. She was a means to an end. A vessel. A body chosen to produce something he wanted. She looked at her father. Silas met her gaze, his eyes cold and unyielding. The message was clear. Do not embarrass me. “I understand,” Mary said quietly. The words tasted like ash. Arthur smiled, satisfied. “Excellent,” he said. “I knew you had potential. We will make a fine pair.”

Dad questions, his brows knitting in confusion. “What’s wrong with that?” My gaze slices straight at him, my jaw ticking with annoyance. “A lot…” He scoffs, blinking at me like I’m insane. Beside him, Martha watches me with pity in her watery eyes. I don’t get it. Slowly, I look to my left, where Mad is, but what I find in her eyes is displeasure and heartbreak. Am I really insane? What is happening? “Son, you love her as family. It’s maternal and sibling affection, platonic love. Not as a wife, Caden,” Dad carefully utters.

(You are giving unfound logics just to satiate your desire with my body, Do you realize, my vagina that you want to exploit and insult is the reason of your being in this world. Amma maa aur bête ka pyar hi nisswarth hota hai, sambhog to premiyon ke prem ki parakashtha hai. Phir maa bête ke bich yadi ho to burai kyon hai. Putra to maa ke shareer se hi bana hai phir wohi shareer aprapya kyun hai.'(Only love that is selfless in this world is the one between mother & son. Making love is the epitome of affection between two people then why it is sin if happens between a mother and son. Son is formed from mother's body itself, then why it is untouchable to him).

Joemar asked her. “Of course, sir.” When the door had closed, Joemar turned back to me. “Here’s my proposition to you.” He took my hands in his. “Melissa Villar, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now, but didn’t realize it until the last few days. I want to have a baby with you. I want to have children with you, more than one. Not because we signed a contract, but because it’s what we both want. I want you to be their mother. Their actual mother, not just their biological surrogate. Whatever label you want to attach to our relationship doesn’t matter to me. I want you to be my partner in this. My partner in parenthood, and in whatever life throws at us from this point forward.”

Once there, staring at her mother’s grave, she had to hold back tears as she greeted her, “Morning mom.” William, who stood silently by her side, allowed her all the time she needed, never objecting. Simone let it all out; her overwhelming sadness found an outlet as she sobbed, her anger at being left alone soon surfaced, and she didn’t mince her words, and then came the guilt she carried around. “You’ve told me in passing before that I admire William more than I probably should,” she said at long last, feeling parched, wishing she had brought a bottle of water along. “I’ll have to apologize to you one day when I join you, for William and I have become lovers.”