The Parent Trap Novels & Stories

"If you try to take everything in your stride, don't feel like it's a burden, then you won't be tired, Resh!" "But, how can that be, Dad! All this-" "Damaresh... Damaresh... how long will it take? How long will it take for you not to accept all this and even reject it? There's no point, Resh! It's inherent in all of us! Daddy, Mommy, and you! Try to calm down and live with it, Resh!" Aresh tried not to listen to everything her Daddy said. He was tired of arguing with his parents but couldn't let go. While talking, Aresh's eyes caught something behind a tree near the stream. He saw a shadowy black figure darting quickly.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

A tiny clause buried inside the law firm's disclaimer. [Precondition for the trust to take effect: the beneficiaries must undergo dual paternity testing conducted by a judicial forensic institution. If the legitimate child is determined not to be biologically related to the testator, the trust shall be automatically revoked. All assets will be transferred to the following charitable account, and all child-rearing expenses incurred during the marriage shall be legally recovered from the beneficiary.] She signed it. With her own hand. I folded the copy and shoved it deep into the pillowcase.

I had thought that if I gave this family everything I had, I might get something real in return. Today proved otherwise. There wasn't a single normal person in this house. A cheating husband. A perverted father-in-law. And a mother-in-law who saw me as nothing more than livestock. They wanted a child, didn't they? Fine. The Strouds would get their heir. Just not from me.

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

My father caught me before I hit the wall. “I told you,” I snarled. “I told you something was wrong with this!” I had been right. It had been a trap from the beginning. "Leave," my father said to me as he pushed me away. His voice did not rise but the command was absolute. "Now. Go." "Father…” "I will hold them off. Now, go!"

"Mom, after I'm gone, please take care of yourself. And don't listen to any of that pack gossip." I knew Mom had already endured so much, just to barely survive on the fringes of the pack with me, "the traitor's daughter." No matter what Connor thought, my father never betrayed the pack, and my mother never interfered in his parents' bond. They didn't deserve to have their reputations ruined. Back in my bedroom, Connor was already shirtless, lounging lazily on the bed, waiting for me. The air was thick with his overpowering, aggressive scent.

I guess I was going to be the one to be the bearer of bad news. “Well, I don’t know how to say this to you, but when we first brought you here, we tried for hours to reach your parents. It was nearly five or six hours later before your dad finally answered his phone. They basically called Draven and Tristan liars, blamed you for what happened to you, and refused to come be with you. Tristan dissolved their parental rights right then and there. You are basically emancipated. Tristan has custodial guardianship over you right now. They didn’t fight him in signing the documents that gave him custody of you,” I explained.

However, the rumors of his psychopathic behavior were enough to send shivers down my spine. Tristan turned to my parents and asked, “The daughter I was promised wasn’t her. What happened?” I had never seen my parents so nervous and intimidated, especially my father, who seemed on the verge of groveling if there was any trace of shame left in him. He stammered, trying to respond. “Well… there was a bit of a problem,” “That is sad” Tristan focused on my parents, not breaking his gaze from them before shifting his attention back to me. “But it doesn’t matter anyway,” he added with a dramatic pause, something he seemed to enjoy doing. “This one is perfect.”

My mother, Vivienne Freeman, was the Donna of Freeman Family. She had her senior engineers develop an advanced lie detector. It looked like a bracelet, and my sister and I each wore one. Whenever I lied, my band flashed red. It could supposedly catch me even when I merely thought about lying. From then on, the band seemed able to read my mind. Even when I kept my mouth shut, it still flashed red. Then Mom would find some way to punish me. I told her countless times that I had never lied, but she refused to believe me. She would not let me question technology she had personally approved. Pointing to my sister's dark band, she demanded to know why it never flashed and why I never told the trut