The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

another employee added with a gloating smile. I felt Mary tremble beside me. “Ava…” she whispered, tugging on my sleeve. Her voice was full of fear. “Are we in the wrong place? My son… he couldn’t…” She didn’t finish, but I heard the terror in her voice. My kind mother-in-law, a retired nurse, just couldn't process it. She'd rather believe we'd made a simple mistake than face the truth: that her son was a cheat. Or that he would let a woman be this cruel.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

"Please, perfect Mr. Jacob's appearance." Ten minutes later, Deric returned with a fancy black suit and neatly combed hair. His appearance was very different compared to a while ago, the reality was completely reversed now. His three brothers were just like ordinary people when juxtaposed with him. "I'm sick of seeing him," James whispered with a locked gaze on Deric, "that deformed man doesn't deserve any of this at all." Jeremy replied in a stifled voice, "Shut your mouth and keep all your frustrations to yourself."

Vulcan Elijah looked deeply into Ashley’s eyes. Indeed. She was dead serious. She was one of those people who would die for their children—like his late wife. He was a businessman all his life but he only had one fear—desperate mothers. He once had an argument with his wife. It was because his son was admonished pretty badly by him to the point that the pressure the next few weeks caused him to be hospitalized. His son—Jaxon’s father—was raised by his late wife. Hence, he grew up a romantic who pursued happiness over trivial things and simplicity over power. For him, his son was not the perfect helmsman of his legacy. So, he made sure to sculpt Jaxon as someone who would be perfect to lead E

"I wanted a mate who would stand beside him, who would strengthen his position, who would be... flawless." The word hung between us like a curse. I let out a sob, the tears starting all over again, hot and bitter on my cheeks. "Our son is not perfect, Marcus. Look at what we made! He's broken. He's a mosaic of scars and repressed rage." I could barely get the words out past the lump in my throat. "He walks with a ghost on his shoulder every single day because of us. Because we chose pride over love. We chose tradition over truth."

She only kept shaking her head and crying. "Tom, Jane." Grandpa had been silent all this time. He suddenly spoke up. He leaned on his cane while he walked out of his room. "You made your choices. Now face the consequences. Evan is not wrong." "Dad!" My parents both looked at him in shock. "I told you long ago not to play favorites. Don't chase recognition and forget your own roots." He walked to my side and patted my shoulder. "Evan, I support you." He then turned coldly to Serena and Logan's family. "Our family has supported you for twenty years. That's more than enough. Take that 600 grand and live your life. From now on, leave my son's family alone."

"How old is your brother now?" "20, he was 14 when we were taken," I muttered. "So that makes you 18, does that have anything to do with why you tried to run?" he asked. He figured it out. I nodded slowly. "Yeah. I found my mate, he's Alpha Thaddeus' son. He rejected me." He looked strained as he rubbed a gentle hand up and down my back. "I'm so sorry Roxanne, you didn't deserve any of that. I promise no one will ever touch you here," he told me, and I smiled.

“Oh then I guess Will has never mentioned his last name or his father to you then either.” Tim gave me a confused look and then looked at Will looking for a response. “I don’t tell everyone in the engineering field for a reason you know. I’m not here to get everyone jobs.” Will responded which confused Tim even more. “Will Laney, son of Glenn Laney, the CEO and Founder of RU.” I said as I have a jokingly round of applause. Tim’s eyes widened. He looked at Will. “She’s definitely messing with me right, man?” Will was silent.

It was noticeable how he had lost pounds of weight from the time he had been confined. "I talked to Kolten last night. You know what Astrid, when I was your age I already knew your Mom. I've been praying to God for her. I never rushed things, knowing that if I was the right man God designed for her, no one will be able to take her away from me, and look. I was the blessed man God trusted to hold her hand to this day." His eyes gave comfort to me. It made me feel the peace of being in his presence. The tranquility I was always looking for every time I was overwhelmed by all the things that happened to our family.

I snort aggressively at my grandfather's statement. He clearly doesn't know shit about college students. I feel Annalia’s hand around my tightened fists. “Laura, you should warn your father. He shouldn't speak that way about my daughter, it won't be tolerated”. My father says, anger evidently heard in his tone. My father hardly gets upset and if eventually, he does, it certainly doesn't end well. “See, he doesn't want to hear anything bad about his daughter and he is the one who has failed in giving her a good training”.