Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

Dad started to cry and fell down on his knees. "I am your father, my daughter. You don't want your father to die. I know you love me so much." dad pleaded, and tears started to fell from my eyes because that's true. I love my dad so much that I can do anything for him. My mom died after giving birth to me, and since then, my father is the one who raised me alone but still, what he is asking from me is not right. He wants me to please the famous billionaire businessman, namely, Easton Lemiere, with my body. He is known as the most arrogant and influential person who can ruin anyone's life with a snap of his fingers. "Dad, I will help." I said after placing a heavy brick on my heart," but East

Dad's voice cracked with emotion, tears welling in his eyes. "Then why, Dad?" I asked, my voice trembling with hurt and confusion. And then, he began to explain—about the debts, the financial strain on the family business, the choices he had to make to ensure our survival. My heart ached as he recounted the burden he had been carrying alone, shielding me from the harsh realities of our situation. "It started five years ago..." Dad's voice trailed off as he recounted the series of unfortunate events that had led us to this moment.

"Then how...?" "He shit it all out, that's how. If you have any idea how much debt they're in..." He rubs his forehead. "My dad made some really bad investments a few years ago. And he took down a lot of his friends, and even strangers. I bailed them all out." "What?"

Despicable. But he’s my dad. After he finally calms down, I head out. I should probably tell Darya about… everything. Dad will ask her, and she can’t lie on the spot. Before I was born, there was a war. Dad tells the story all the time. The Capo of the Sokolov Family declared war on an entire state because his wife went missing. He targeted organized crime. The police condoned it. It lasted weeks. Seventy percent of our men died.

So when Adam broached the subject, she was ready to provide him with the carefully crafted story she had concocted about his father's disappearance. Sarah explained to Adam that his father had been a soldier in the army, bravely serving his country. One day, while on duty, he had been captured by the enemy, and despite the best efforts of his fellow soldiers, he had never returned home. It was a simple yet poignant tale, one that allowed Adam to understand why his father was not a part of his life.

We sat down on a bed of flowers, and I looked at him with anticipation. "What is it that you need to tell me, Dad?" I asked, my voice trembling. He nodded, his eyes filled with both sadness and affection. "I want to tell you the story of how I met your mother. It's a tale intertwined with pain and duty." I listened intently as my dad began to share his story. He spoke of a loveless marriage, of being given a wife as a duty to his pack. But then, his voice took on a different tone, laced with longing and regret.

“My father was an immigrant. He came to the USA with big dreams. He met my mother in college and they fell in love. Dad was jobless when Mom eloped and married him against my grandfather’s wishes.” “Dad’s friend invested a large sum of money in his idea and it worked. My dad was rising on the stairs of success and my grandfather accepted Mom and Dad. Mom was pregnant with me when everything went wrong. Dad suffered a major loss. Guess I was always unlucky!” She held back a chuckle.

Deep down, I had always sensed that my dad wasn’t telling the whole story. Before I could respond, he continued, "The reason he approached your mom was for revenge against the Wilson family. Your dad was a mafia boss seeking retribution. He knew he couldn’t confront them directly, so he used your mother as a pawn. But his plans fell apart when she got pregnant, and he fled, terrified that the Wilson family would uncover his identity."

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

Clara offered, flashing a small smile. "Okay, fine." My mom followed them, heading to her room, leaving only Dad and me alone in the hall. "Is that his ex?" I blurted out the question as soon as the opportunity arose. "Yeah," Dad replied, dropping onto the couch with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "The only ex, apparently." "What? He's only dated once in his life?" "Well, not in that way. She was the only one he was ever serious about." "Their relationship ended on a bad note?”