The Senators Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

Felix's crying stopped abruptly, his whole body frozen in shock, before he erupted into an even more agonized howl. "You hit me again! I'm calling the police on you! This is abuse!" I watched coldly, making no move to intervene. Caden dragged his wailing son to the corner and made him face the wall to think about what he'd done. Only then did he turn and walk over to me, his deep eyes filled with exhaustion and apology. "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't raise our son properly." He picked up the earring from the table, his brow furrowed. "This does seem to belong to Ms. Sulvan, but I have no idea how it ended up in my pocket."

That last question lingered in his thoughts until he finally got home. Although he tried to be polite—he tried to be polite with everyone—he hated being interviewed by those people. They were just waiting for him to slip up, to crucify him, or to throw him to the lions. He tried not to think about it and focused on the tasks ahead, but Antonella’s face wouldn’t leave his mind. He regretted leaving without telling her how he felt, or worse, without saying goodbye to his son. Adam would be sad when he realized his father was no longer at the hospital, and that almost disturbed him completely.

The anonymous obsession from a lifetime ago. My mind raced, connecting the dots with the speed of a supercomputer. The Senator’s daughter. The timeline. The raw grief on her face that night. The Senator saw me looking. "My girls," he said, his voice soft with pride and something like melancholy. "The reason I do any of this." He thought I was looking at his wife. He had no idea that in that single moment, my world had tilted on its axis. My fascination now had a name. A history. A direct connection to my own web of power.

I feel sorry for him, Ashton makes me feel sorry for him; he's slouched in the waiting room chair because they're accusing him of being a child abuser? "Absolutely sure," I assure him. "When can I see my son?" "We'll let you know." I push the door back to the waiting room with fury. Ashton doesn't even look at me; he must know what they asked me if they've already confronted him, and it saddens me because he looks miserable. He looks colder, darker, his tattoos seem to have become even blacker. I sink into the chair next to him, and I can see his jaw clench with anger.

"No, not that I know of. The senator was very careful about who he associated with. He never wanted to make any enemies. But there was one person who had been causing him a lot of stress lately." Sophia leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Who was that?" "His son, Richard. They had a falling out a few weeks ago, and the senator was very upset about it. I don't know what it was about, but I know it was weighing heavily on his mind."

If it wasn't about Edmundo then there was nothing else. "It's about my son. Actually, it's about the both of you. My dear, what is really going on. I've heard some reports and they're quite not good", he said, placing his drink on a table. Rita sighed, doing the same. Apparently, it was time to talk. Even though she didn't feel like doing any of that she needed to in order to get things clear with him. "To be honest senator, your son is a despicable human being. He doesn't have any regard for people's feelings and when he talks, his words are that of a fool", she said.

“Very well, where were we? Marco dug his nails into the upholstery of the chair and gritted his teeth. “The night of Robert's death. What else did James discover? “Aside from that drug thing, a few things about the senator. “That's what I don't understand. I didn't know this guy existed until James mentioned him. He was the son of a federal senator, how the fuck is there nothing about him? “As you said yourself, he was the son of a senator. And ordinary as Bernard is, he didn't want his name involved in all this shit, so he pretty much bought all the media. The son's death was mentioned very few times and attributed to another cause. Besides, at the time this happened, we were in the Olympic

"You used her death as a campaign strategy! You let Lucien walk around for eight years thinking it was a cardiac accident! You watched your son break himself trying to be 'perfect' for a father who was trading their mother’s ghost for votes!" Everett moved then fast, a predator reclaiming the space. He stepped into her circle, looking down at her. "I am the reason your brother is still in that school. I am the reason you have the career you do. I am the architect of this family's future." "You're a monster," she said, her voice a ragged breath. "I'm a Senator," he replied. "Or I will be by Tuesday." He picked up his phone, dismissing her without a word. "Go back to the city, Seraphine. Don't

I bite back my scoff, it's my job to make Bri believe life is perfect, that our family is perfect. I turn my head slowly. “Yeah?” She nods. “She’s waiting for you.” I sit up and brush her hair back gently. “Go get your coloring book, okay? I’ll be there soon.” She nods, satisfied, and scampers off. I stay on the floor a second longer, hands resting on my knees. One would assume being a Senator's son had its perks but those perks only exist outside the four walls of my father's rather large empire. Family comes first.

"The senator's security team is alive. They were Tased and zip tied. Medical is checking them out. We have a name and positive identification on your man." "And," Brack asked. "Leonard Tyler Cochran. Apparently his mother has worked in the senator's household for years." The name was a punch in my gut. I played with Leo as a child. Hell, when we were five years old, we planned to grow up and marry someday. Oh hell no, I thought as memories swamped me. "I married him."