The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

"In the end, you showed me that you really are your father's son. You look so much like him. My son Aiden is dead, just like his father, he has died in my heart!" "Hate me to your heart's content, Mom! I'm ready if I have to be abandoned, if I have to be hated by you. I just want you to know, your son is not perfect. He made mistakes like everyone else did. He couldn't always be a good and obedient boy. Your son he has fallen in love and will continue to love the same woman until the end of his life. I'm sorry for disappointing you, sorry that I couldn't be what you wanted. But Mom, I don't regret my decision at all. Cindy deserves love from a man who really love him and that man is not me."

Aretha asked carefully. Audrey looked at her mother-in-law carefully, then her smile widened gently. She nodded. "Yes, Mom, I'm very happy. Wherever my children are, that's my happy place," answered Audrey. Aretha smiled in relief. She took Audrey's hand and held it. "I know, as a man, my son is not perfect, especially as an Alpha. There was a time when I was not present in his life and that void, unfortunately, was filled with the doctrines of his father. Even though Liam is different from his father, in a way he is also his teachings which may stick with him."

“For the truth.” Roman smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then we’re on the same page. Because the truth is, your mother buried my father’s firm. She stole his trademarks, separated his board, and left him to take the fall for her crimes. He died penniless while Evelyn built her empire.” Ava didn’t flinch, but her chest constricted. “And now?” she questioned. “Now I want justice.” “Justice or revenge?” Roman’s expression stiffened. “Does it matter?”

“All I've ever wanted was for you to accept me and respect me. I did not ask for your money. I did not need your wealth. What I wanted was your love and your acceptance. Because I am your son. You are my parents; you are my mother. And as my mother, you should have been the very first to respect me and to accept me. You should have been the one to protect me from anyone and anything that hurts me. You should have been the one to love me unconditionally. But no. You didn't do any of that. Instead, you did the complete opposite. I just wanted you to love me.” “How can I love someone that is as imperfect as you? How can we love you when you could be the main cause of our downfall? How can we lo

"Yes, my wife passed away a few years ago, and only my son and I are left. But my son is too disappointing. He is gambling and doesn't do anything serious all day. I'm so worried." Old Man Lyu sighed and said. Speaking of this disappointing son, he felt ashamed. "Uncle, don't be too sad. It's really hard to quit gambling." Zhou Tian said to Old Man Lyu. "Yes, I really hope that I have never had this son, so as not to be so annoying now." Old Man Lyu said helplessly. While Zhou Tian was chatting with Old Man Lyu, there was a commotion outside the yard. The crowd was in a mess, and some people were cursing. Judging from the footsteps, there were at least six or seven people who broke into the

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be

Always Cole. My lips curved into a dark smile. “Of course. It’s always Cole with you, isn’t it? Cole is this. Cole is that. Cole is perfect. And me? I’ll never be the man Cole is, right? That’s the story you’ve been feeding me my whole life.” I stepped closer, glaring into his furious eyes. “But here’s the thing, Father. No matter how much you love to worship your golden son, it still doesn’t change one simple fact.”

He had said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight, but your son shows signs of early stage psychopathy. While it's still developing, he doesn't process emotions the way most people do. I understand that people in your line of work don't flinch at killing, but this is a seven-year-old child. You said he cried when you told him to shoot his dog but didn't hesitate to shoot you. I'm afraid he'll only grow worse with time." I'll never forget the look on my mother's face when she heard that- The glint in her eyes. The outstretched grin as she stared down at me. "Perfect," she had said. "You really are the perfect one." "Perfect," I murmured under my breath, dodging the bullet that whizzed past me as a wicked

His mother chimed in that syrupy voice of hers, "Oh, Elise. Damian is already trying to make things right, so don't make a scene. Damian's a rare find, especially for an orphan girl like you. I promise we'll be your family once you marry him." Her smile was sweet, but the look in her eyes was pure calculation. Only now did I realize just where Damian inherited his godawful traits. Their son betrayed me, humiliated me, and attempted to abandon me at the altar. Yet, they still had the gall to pin the blame on me for everything. I scoffed at them, grabbed the ring, and hurled it straight at Damian's face. "Let me get one thing straight," I said sternly. "I'm the one walking away from him. After

I did not know whether they had known Claire had been faking her paralysis all along, but they had seen the scars from Claire's torture clear as day. Yet for the sake of some empty honor, they were willing to let their son live in hell.