Novel & Cerita The One With Phoebe's Dad

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.

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.

PHOEBE My feet pounded down the hall outside my father’s office. I didn’t knock…I didn’t need to. He was inside, pacing. I swung the door open. “Dad!” I yelled. “What are you doing working with Richard?” He froze. Papers were scattered on his desk, but he didn’t look surprised to see me, just… resigned. “Phoebe,” he said softly. “What are you…” “Don’t know what I'm doing.’ You and Mom are meeting with Richard!”

Phoebe didn't send the school a call or a letter of resignation because she was sure they were happy now because the Vampires they had always despised, hated, and humiliated were no longer at the school. Phoebe looked around the house she had made a mess of. She got up tiredly and started tidying up, even if she was bored or wanted to die, she didn't want to die in a dirty house like this. While cleaning, Phoebe discovered in her mother's closet there were yellowed photos. In the picture is a couple that is her mother and a man she is sure is her father. "Is this dad?" There were many photos of the two of them, but most of them were stained yellow so many of them could not be seen clearly, b

"Ah, I see." Chairman Gabriel Hernandez and Phoebe joined them after some time. Phoebe could not stop looking at her father as she ate. His face twitched twice and she noticed. She became worried as she couldn't bear noticing what was wrong with him. "Dad." She called. "What is it?" He asked as he continued with his food. "What have you been doing lately?" She asked. "What do you mean?" Phoebe wanted to talk about what she noticed but seeing Rita and Chazz, she held back. "Brother Alexander called me."

Phoebe's POV "I’m so angry with my dad right now!" I vented to my friends who had come over for a visit. "I told him I wasn't interested in the arranged marriage with his foreign business partner and that I wouldn’t agree to it, but he even went as far as freezing all my debit cards!” My friends exchanged worried looks, trying to comfort me. “You really need to calm down, Phoebe. Maybe there could be another way of explaining to your dad about this?”

I didn’t know where Amber was, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t know how I’d ever face Aries again after that night. The rest of the night was a blur. The next morning, my head felt like it had been hit by a truck. The sunlight creeping through the blinds stabbed at my eyes, making me groan. I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to stop the dull thudding in my skull, but it was no use. I felt like I was swimming through fog. My memories of last night were blurred and jumbled. What the hell had I done? I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting as the screen lit up with a dozen missed calls and texts. One notification caught my eye—a voicemail from my dad. My stom