Novel & Cerita Strongest Abandoned Son

I chose the second option. The debt I claim is not for my benefit. I am fifty-three years old, in declining health, and have no illusions about my survival timeline. The Dreadmourne bloodline is suppressed by System architecture I cannot circumvent. My eldest son will inherit nothing except villain-blooded Karma debt and the consequences of my political decisions.

I pretended not to notice. Privately, I tracked down Ethan's internship application and found the line marked "Mother." I looked at it for a long time. Then I smiled. The last thread of guilt I'd been carrying dissolved completely. I had two things to do now: find my real son, and prepare for the IPO. Two weeks of eighteen-hour days with the entire team. The night before the NASDAQ bell, Martin ran into my office and thrust his phone in front of me. "Ms. Ashford, we have a serious problem. The Halls are threatening to sue you for abandonment."

My mom's story. "Who hurt you," she asks, and I stiffen a little even though I was prepared. I lick my lips and give her a tiny smile before taking a deep breath. "My father mostly, but my brothers would occasionally join him. My father hates women. He married my mother to have sons. He abused her regularly, but as far as I know, it wasn't terrible until...Well, He received two sons before my mother gave birth to me. My birth was her doom. She loved me...She protected me as best as she could. She freed me in the end, and I am sure it cost her...He wouldn't have let her live after finding me gone. He wanted her to see me die. He spoke about that constantly," I whisper as silent tears trail do

"I tried my best to raise you properly, to teach you about love and respect. But I guess you really are your father’s son." She’d hung up then. Just clicked off, leaving me holding a dead phone, the silence roaring in my ears. You really are your father’s son.The words were a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I’d spent my entire life despising the man who abandoned my mother and me for another woman. I swore I’d never be like him. I built walls, controlled everything, distanced myself to avoid his weakness, his betrayal.

I replied evenly. Yakira, his second wife, leaned forward with that saccharine smile. “Is that how you greet your father?” I turned my head slowly toward her. “Would you prefer I crawl to his feet? Or perhaps throw myself into his arms and say, ‘Father, I’ve fucking missed you so much’?” My voice was harden “And tell me, why exactly are you here? Wasn’t this supposed to be a father and son meeting, not a meeting with an alleycat?”

I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then

he muttered and I shook my head seeing Xavier scowling behind his father. "Excuse me, but fuck you father. So sorry I am not your precious, perfect Fillan. I am strong that is where you are so wrong," Xavier growled roughly and I felt his dominant Alpha rolling off of him. My son had inherited the Alpha's Alpha and was indeed powerful. I glanced at Grayson and saw his eyes glowing at his sons. "I will not submit to your Alpha, you are my son and I will not lower my head to you," Grayson said sternly. Xavier shook his head and crossed his arms.

I am the Oracle, the High Priestess who connects the divine realm to the mortal world. My daughter, however, was born with only a trace of divine power, leaving her little different from an ordinary human. I brought four orphans back from the beastman world and raised them myself. I gave them only one condition: protect my daughter from harm. For years, her four brothers shielded her, leaving her free to be as willful as she liked. Then, on the day of her coming-of-age rite, her prayer reached me. "Mother, my brothers are going to sacrifice me so Daisy can receive the Goddess's protection." By the time I got there, my daughter was bound to the altar. My four sons were busy preparing the alta

“You still think you’re in control? You’ve been playing catch-up with Ivan for too long, Daniil. And now, you’ve brought Camila into this mess, too. How typical. A woman to stand by your side while you burn everything down.” I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the air, sharp and unwavering. “You don’t get to talk about us like that, Maximo. You may have been the man who abandoned your son, but Daniil is not the same man you left behind. He’s stronger. He’s mine. And we will not let you destroy what we’ve built.”

All I could do was watch the tent disappear inch and inch before my eyes. I knew that it was impossible to ensnare the heart of someone who didn't love me at all. But I never expected that Gerard would be this ruthless to my parents. Since he never loved me, it was only natural for him to disrespect my parents. A mixture of remorse, sorrow, and rage kept swirling in my soul. It turned out that I could still feel pain even though I was now a spirit. As soon as Gerard left the tent, he headed toward the campsite of the makeshift hospital. Once he lifted the hospital's tent flap, his gaze was pinned on Olivia right away, who stood amid the crowd.