Novel & Cerita The Perfect Son Book

“You’re a brave little knight. Just like your father.” The room felt like it was spinning on its axis. My pulse hammered so violently against the hidden pills in my mouth that I feared they would crumble. He was erasing me. He wasn’t just hiding me away in the hills; he was overwriting the very blueprints of my existence in my son’s mind. Ethan didn’t look for me in the shadows. He didn’t ask the “Madwoman” to come home. He had been given a “Perfect Mother” to match his “Perfect Father,” and the lie was becoming his only truth.

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

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

But he did anyway. And he felt nothing. Only the simmering, unbearable truth that the son remained. His firstborn had been the perfect heir—weak, moldable, eager for approval. The rightful alpha. But fate had spit in his face, given him a second son too powerful to be controlled, too dangerous to be allowed to live. But failure is a lesson Ryker has learned well. And this time, he will not fail. This time, he will succeed.

“Fuck no.” “Shh! Language. We don’t want our son picking up cuss words first.” I laughed, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. My throat tightened. This woman, my woman, holding our son…the picture was like nothing I’d ever seen. No art or painting or sculpture could beat it. Rosalyn’s face contorted, tears streaming down. “He’s so perfect.” I wrapped my arms around them, pulling them close. “Yeah, he is. You are, too. You both are perfect”

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.

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

He said when I was about to turn the knob. "It was Isabelle, then Ashton, and Cole, and now you and your spoiled son." He added, and I could feel my anger boiling inside me. I slowly turned around and faced with a beautiful smile on my face; if he wanted war, I would give him war. "For the record, Mr. Pritzgold, my son is not a spoiled child; it breaks my heart that you judge him without even knowing him, and do you know what is your problem?" I asked, but I didn't wait for his answer before I spoke again.

Dad stood by, his face full of tender affection. As soon as he saw Simon barge in with a group of people, he frowned. "Simon, why are you bringing so many people in here? Laila just had surgery, and she needs to rest. All of you, get out!" He stepped forward to push them out, but Simon stood firm, eyes locked on him. "Did you forget about your other daughter?" My parents froze for a moment, as if they had only just remembered me. Dad looked away sheepishly. "What about her? She lost a kidney. She's much stronger than Laila, so she'll be fine."

He looks good in black. “I'm glad you're here, Logan,” the man said as he gave him a firm handshake. He then gave me a small smile as he looked at me. “Hello. “My name is Jensen, Charles's eldest son,” he said, shaking my hand. “Karolia Kingston”. Logan and Jensen exchanged a few words then. “I have to leave right now; I'll see you later, Logan.” “It was nice meeting you, Miss. Kingston,” Jensen said as he quickly exited the room. We all walked to the church where the funeral was being held.