The One With Phoebe's Dad Novels & Stories

Just like that night, I melted under his grasp. “Come with me.” He whispered, and led me away. “Dad…” I paused, my lips curling up in a smirk as Justin's voice sounded behind us. Bingo! Things were about to get dirty. “Son… I was going to look for you,” Maverick spoke as we both turned to face Justin and Ciara. His eyes shifted to me, and when they met my gaze, I could see confusion creeping up his face. Oh, sweet revenge. “Dad… do you two…” Justin shook his index finger between me and his father, his voice trailing off.

My mother was more subtle, but I could see the suspicion in her eyes as she glanced at Phoebe. We greeted everyone at the table and then I led Phoebe to a seat next to me. She sat down quietly, her hands resting in her lap. At first, she didn’t say much, just answering politely when someone spoke to her. I could see she was nervous, but she was trying to hold it together. As the dinner went on, Phoebe started to relax a little. But the stupid questions were only going to start then. “So.. your father was a warrior right?” Alexander asked Phoebe.

Our company was still important. “Alright, Dad,” He murmured before hanging up. A heavy sigh crossed my lips. Andrea wouldn't accept right? She isn't that easy. I contemplated while I patiently waited. An hour later, after I finished speaking to my personal assistant. He was representing and covering my schedules, if there was a need for me to be in California, I would board a flight right away. My Phone rang that minute, seeing it was Fred, I picked up. “Dad, she accepted! She agreed to come back to me!” He declared enthusiastically and my expression turned dark.

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain

"The moment you signed that severance agreement, you ceased to have anything to do with the Sherwood family. Now get out of my house!" Phoebe staggered, unable to believe her ears as tears immediately filled her eyes. "H-How can you do this to me, Dad? I'm your biological daughter!" She then turned to Mom, tears streaming down her face. "You ought to know that Rosalyn was the one who ruined the Sherwood family in my past life, Mom! She has returned to harm us again! I'm the one who came back to save you all!" I remained silent, merely waiting for Mom and Dad's responses. After all, Phoebe was their biological daughter.

She comfortably throws an arm around me and finds support. I’m barely inside the room when I notice that Dad’s back to me, he’s engrossed in a phone. “Uh… Love, Uncle Dominic is calling…” He stammers in between words. Wait… My phone!? I watch him put the phone to his ear and spot the familiar pink pouch! Fuck! “Hello?” I let go of Sophie with so much force that she staggers and falls sideways, thanks to Riley she’s still standing on two good feet. “Dad…” I snatch the phone from him, acting first before regretting it later.

I could only imagine what was going on in her head. "Scott…" Ellie whispered. Closing my eyes, I shook my head slowly, letting her know it wasn't the time for questions. "What proof does he have to back his claims?" Phoebe seemed to focus on remembering details. "I don't know… he had weird friends. He is rich, owns guns and strange weapons—" "Any creep can have that." My voice was calm. Footsteps echoed from outside, causing Phoebe to jump in her seat. Her eyes scanned the windows, wide with fear.

Don't wait up for me. My phone chimed immediately. It was my dad. Dad: Be safe. I love you. I left the bathroom and walked through the crowd, I was scanning through them to see where Tristan was. I saw him standing at the bar with my dad and Maggie. He was still looking p^ssed off. I don't even know if what she said was true. But I needed to know from him too.

Ethan Knight sat further down the table, his heart skipping a beat at the words. He thought of the red marks on Lisa's neck last night, tangled up with those lewd whispers in his head—a thorn digging into his chest. Funny timing, for the beads to break like that. Could the man Lisa was wrapped around last night be his father? The question tumbled out before he could stop it. "Dad. Did you stay at the Nebula Hotel last night?" Alexander's gaze cut to him, cold and imposing, sending a shiver down Ethan's spine.

They concluded that her body was swept off the cliff, and there was no chance of survival. As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo of Phoebe's funeral. Mr. and Mrs. Jackman stood in the most prominent position in the photo. "Her parents have accepted this tragedy. They were the ones who chose this cemetery and tombstone. "Plus, all her official records prove her death. I'm sure you've been deceived. There's no way the woman who had your baby was Phoebe." However, Victor's expression only shifted from confusion to shock, then eventually to anger under everyone's mocking stares.