Novel & Cerita Strongest Abandoned Son

Julian Thorne knelt before his father, his voice sharp and frantic. "Father! Miriam is the true heir of the Old Bloodline. Only she can save my life." "Celeste Shannara is nothing but a fraud. Are you really going to let a liar destroy your son's life?" He stared at me, his eyes overflowing with a hatred identical to the moment he set me on fire in our past life. With that single look, I knew. He had also been given a second chance, and he was desperate to change everything.

“Don’t speak to your uncle in such a rude tone-” “Why are you taking his side? I am your son, and you are going to scold me for him?!” “We are doing this for you guys... Austin, Jason, and I... We are trying to save NewEra for your three’s future. This whole mess started because your father was too weak and stubborn to follow orders! That's why I had to try to put him down. Zane is ruining the company, and your father was trying to protect him, instead of this family!!!”

Twenty-five years later, her son truly succeeded, becoming a billionaire CEO. My husband and I moved into a luxury villa and traveled the world with the generous money he gave us. Meanwhile, my son—raised by her—had become a street thug, and their relationship was nearly broken beyond repair. Still, unwilling to give up, my sister eagerly took a paternity test to meet Phillip Kieran, hoping for recognition. Instead, she was thrown out by the company's security. Phillip refused to acknowledge her and even spoke to her with contempt. In her breakdown, she drove my brother-in-law's large van straight into my car. We both died in the crash.

“But he is weak just like his father.” “Try again that man has not only fought everyday beside me he has endured more lost than anyone should ever have to. I offered to make him an Alpha like I did Sam, Zander turned me down,” Lucas tells her. “My son Zane was my strong one. Zander and Zach are too much like Alex and that old man. But Zane was like me and his father. He would have won the Title Alpha Lord. Of course it would be Mary’s son who stole Zane from this life.” I am still holding her and she keeps trying to get away.

Adam paused and took a deep breath. "And I am not going to abandon my son. I know that you won't want a man who abandoned his own child," he said. I nodded my head, if Adam was a man who could just abandon his own child, then I would never have had anything to do with him in the first place.

He was proud of how strong Tyron was, but whenever he saw his son’s face, he was reminded of the brother he had killed; Stev. How his son bore an intense resemblance to his worst enemy was what he didn’t understand. Perhaps fate had been on his side for so long that it decided to play a joke on him. At some point, he even began to suspect that his son was the abomination. But as he watched his son grow, that doubt slowly began to leave. According to the oracle, the person who might defeat him had abominable powers. Tyron was strong, especially when compared to others from the same realm as him, but he didn’t have abominable powers. He was just as strong as Luther had been when he was young.

“I thought if he realized that I was willing to walk away from the pack, from my son and my grandson, it would knock some sense into him. By the time I realized he wasn’t going to come to his senses, it was too late to return. Believe me, I wanted to come back for you. Hell, if I had thought for one second that my son was capable of doing such things, I would never have left. I would have challenged him for his title and killed him to take it if I had to.” The venom in his voice was clear, and I found myself believing what he said. He hadn’t just abandoned me there to deal with his son’s wrath. I nodded as I allowed the knowledge to sink in. “That grandson of mine… well, I tried with that bo

"Your Majesty, you're right — I'm not worthy of your son. Which is why I'd appreciate it if your son would stop pursuing me. That would be best for everyone. As for apologizing — that will never happen, because I've done nothing wrong." I didn't wait to see her face turn purple. I walked out. The air outside was clean. I found myself thinking of Victor, Louis, and Domi. They were also the Beast King's sons, but because their mothers weren't the Queen, they had been squeezed and degraded by Kael and his mother for years. The clothes on their backs were rough and worn, edges fraying, the kind you wouldn't see on an ordinary beastkin commoner. The thought twisted something in my chest.

With that, I became pregnant with his child. As an orphan, I was unwilling to have an abortion, so I kept the child until today. However, I didn't expect that after just having a miscarriage, Alex still wanted to do it with me! It seemed that the reason why Alana was so heartless was because his father was the same. I furrowed my brows and forced myself not to throw up. Then I pushed him away. Under his shocked and angry gaze, I said indifferently, "I've already done what your mother asked of me and that is to take care of Alana until she comes of age. I'll be leaving tomorrow."

He looked down at her hand, then at her face, then at the spot, then back at her. With a reluctant sigh, he sat down beside her, keeping a small gap between them. For a long moment, he simply stared forward, into the woods, the trees, his mind going back to the painful memory. And then, finally, he spoke. “I was the first child, the only son,” he began, with a low croaky voice, like he was going down a long, narrow path. “I was born to a man who couldn’t walk; he could barely feed himself. The Pack didn’t want him, they called him useless, broken, and he was rejected, laughed at.”