The Parent Trap Novels & Stories

He pulls the car into a long gravel driveway in front of one of the mansions. “My God!Your parents live here?Just how rich are they?” Opening the door,he takes my hand and helps me out. “Very”,he answered. “They only like to flaunt it around every chance they get, so don't worry about their bullshit. All money and no class. And don't think I won't notice if you try getting up to anything while we're inside. My parents have the whole place rigged with cameras—even the damn bathroom.” “Bathroom???”,I laugh.

“Then we give you every means we have.” Charlene lifted her gaze to her mother. For the first time since waking in this room, her voice did not waver. “The empire. The holdings. The trusts. Everything Grandfather structured to wait for me. I want all of it transferred into my control. Quietly. Completely. And then I want to use every piece of it to dismantle the Smith family so thoroughly that their name becomes a warning whispered in boardrooms about what happens when you try to bury a Rice and dance on the grave.”

“Okay, I’m going to take that as a no. Fine, we can play poker for the hell of it. My dad has some chips, shall I grab those?” “Go ahead,” he told her and waved her off. She jumped back up and walked back to her parent’s room, grabbing the bins of chips. And he watched her the whole time, shaking his head at himself. Once more, putting himself here wasn’t smart. Watching her wasn’t smart either because it was leading to him wanting her all over again and he had to stray far, far away from those thoughts. “Okay,” she said, giving him some chips and then placing some before herself, “this might be boring you know?” He dealt the cards and shook his head.

When I'm praying with my hands, I hear whispering that gets my attention. When I look down, I see that the metal box has my father's logo on it. This is strange because my father always tries to have all of his gear in order. But wait, he's hunting on my mother's land, which is against what they agreed to do. I don't care how angry he is or if he will kill me if I take his catch, so I start to open this box trap. I hold on to the box carefully until I hear it click open all the way. I sigh when I hear it open all the way.

I began, when everyone’s attention was focused in on me. “Trick them how?” Tate asked. “Well of course we would need to fine tune it, but what if we set a trap to convince him that we would give him what he wants in exchange for handing over my father.” I explained in the best way that I could. “Like using bait to get him to let his guard down until we could get your father?” Eric asked, stepping forward until he was now within my line of sight without me needing to turn around to see him any longer.

“We are going to capture Donovan today. We have been monitoring the elder's movements and devons movements. Donovan is tricky to catch but I know that he trusts no one. Whatever the elders are to you, Donovan would be there to supervise and that's when we catch him.” “We set out in five.” My father said as he rounded up the meeting. I began to head out the hall with Isabella when my father called for me. I asked Isabella to wait for me outside while I went to meet my father. “Walk with me,” he said and I complied, We walked in silence for a bit and I noticed that my father was taking me to a quiet place. He must have something pretty important to tell me, “It's a trap,” my father suddenly sa

“Don’t recognize me anymore? Five years ago, you and the police captured my parents, and they were executed because of you!" Dad's face was filled with shock. "Is it really you..." I suddenly remembered a case that Dad and Mom had handled five years ago. It was an incident that shook the entire city. It involved a couple trafficking human organs. My parents had worked alongside the police, staying up countless nights. In the end, they found the couple who had disguised themselves as janitors at a school. They had a daughter, who was still in high school then. I remembered that she had begged my father not to arrest her parents as she had wanted them to see her graduate.

I pulled the book that opened the trap door leading into a hidden tunnel, the only way in or out of the cells that used to imprison my parents' harem. I've been modifying one cell in particular since the day I met Melia knowing that this day would be inevitable. I placed my father on the bed of that cell along with his arms in hopes that without any blood he would take a century or so to heal. That way Melia would be long gone and maybe I'd find the nerve to put him out of his misery before then.

After being brutally beaten for four days, I finally learned that Mom and Dad hadn't just sold me, but had done so in the cruelest way imaginable. It turned out that rather than a living person, the people who bought me wanted a burial offering. Their son had died young, so they wanted a bride to join him in the afterlife. The trafficker, seeing my battered body, couldn't help but sigh as he finally told me the whole truth. Clicking his tongue, he said, "Your parents are truly heartless. How could they bear to sell a daughter so grown-up? I could never do that. Little girl, don't blame me for beating you so harshly.