The Senators Son Novels & Stories

"If I hadn't come, how would I know you two were teaming up to bully my daughter? And a piece of trash like her even had the audacity to ask my precious daughter to massage her feet!" As soon as my father finished speaking, I wrapped my arm around his and tilted my head up at him, pouting. "Good thing you came quickly, or this ungrateful butler's son would have crushed me for sure!" Watching our interaction, all my classmates froze. "She's really the daughter of the richest man? I've seen interviews of him on TV! He's the one!" "But Lawrence kept telling us he was the son of the richest man. Why would he lie?"

He recognized it from the other side now. Hale set something on the table. Kessler looked at it. Lennon went very still. He looked at Damien. Damien was watching. Hale said something that Lennon could not hear. Kessler's eyes moved once, toward Lennon's position. Hale did not follow the look. Kessler said: "Give me a moment." He stood. He walked across the lobby to Lennon. He stopped. He looked at his son. "I need you to tell me what to do," he said. Quiet. The undisguised version, not the senator's voice, not the thirty-years-of-politics voice. The actual one. "I will do whatever you say. Whatever you say."

"A surprise for Mr. Gardner's precious son. I can't wait for the day he discovers it." In the comments, confused strangers asked questions. [Does your boyfriend have kids from a previous marriage?] Samantha, posting under a kitten avatar, replied: [He does, but I'll be taking over as the child's mom soon.] She added a row of blushing emojis. Then, there was the most recent video, uploaded the day I left for my trip. It was taken from the storage room of our house. Samantha leaned against the door with a selfie stick, smiling sweetly at the camera.

He just shut his bedroom door, leaving me alone with a billionaire in an apron. Great. Just great. My seven-year-old son had basically sold me out. What if... what if Ace had been tricked? No, that was impossible. Ace was the smartest boy I knew, but he was still a child. Maybe he just wanted a father so badly that he was willing to let a stranger into our lives. I sighed and sat down on the sofa, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle into my bones. Silas Mercer—President of Mercer Global—sat down directly across from me. He looked perfectly at ease, as if he belonged in my cramped, humble apartment rather than a high-rise office.

Then, the boy stepped in front of her. Julian Vance,The Senator’s son stood there in a dark suit that did not fit his shoulders well. His whole body went stiff. His green eyes glared across the room, trying to use his body to hide Elena from my view. It was a funny, sad attempt to protect her. He was just a boy playing a man's game, thinking his father's political name could save him from the real world. I didn't say excuse me to the president. I just dropped his hand while he was talking and walked away, turning my back on him.

Silence dropped over the room. My parents turned, almost surprised to find I was still there. My mother frowned first, then looked annoyed. “Don’t say things like that. This is a kidney donation, not a firing squad.” My father’s jaw tightened. “What kind of woman talks herself into a coffin before the anesthesia even hits? If this goes smoothly, we can talk about bringing you properly back into the family. But you need to stop the dramatics.” Back into the family. As if they had every right to throw me out and every right to let me back in whenever it suited them.

He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family. His eyes went cold. "Liana. You think you're really the Donna?" "Don't think I'm fighting alone. I speak for the elders." "Lorenzo is my son. You think he's going to side with you over me?" I crushed the cigar out and kept my voice light. "You can ask him. See what he picks." "I've got time. You, on the other hand." I glanced at him. Smiled wider. "You're running out. Time's on my side. Not yours."

"I'm really ashamed of myself because of the behavior my eldest son is showing. I don't know if my decision of making my son married you was really right. You're so kind! I just hope it doesn't come to a point where I regret all of this!" I just took a deep breath in response to him and then just looked at the roses around us. It was quiet. The only things I could feel in was the wind and the tense atmosphere. I could also hear the clinking of the cup as uncle sipped his barako coffee, his favorite just like Daddy's. I bent down for a moment to fix the strap of my sandals when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. I didn't pay attention to it at first. I continued fixing my sandals.

She screamed on her son’s face. "honey, let your son go first. Maybe because his friends drank too much that's why.!" Gener said to his wife. He want to defend his son for Veronica’s plan for him. " haven't you seen Sandra? I feel sorry for that lady!, you saw how hurt she was and she even caught that girl inside your sons bedroom! Do you underserstand Gener? “ she was too furious. “Tell me, Arnaldo, who is that girl?!" She asked her son.

His jaw was clenched, that dangerous smirk gone, replaced by pure raw lust. “Jesus Christ… you’re better than I imagined. Lucian has no fucking clue what a dirty girl he’s dating, does he?” He pulled me off just enough for me to gasp a breath, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock. “Answer me, princess. Does my son know you get this wet for older cock?” “N-no, Daddy,” I whimpered, voice wrecked already. The word slipped out so naturally it scared me how right it felt. “He thinks I’m his good girl… but I’m not. Not for him. Not right now.”