Timothee Chalamet Parents Novels & Stories

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow, and whispered, "Dad..." Yafe's face looked stern as he glared at Liam, ignoring Celena completely. "Don't call me Dad. I have only two children, Qemal and Cheryl. You know full well what we lost because of you. The chaos you caused at Cheryl's engagement led to the Hughes family breaking it off. Now, you have the nerve to show your face here!" he spat.

“We were in the womb together for nine months, I have to always support you. It’s my duty as your big sister.” “Camilla,” his dad said. His voice was sharp, but when Camilla turned to him, she was smiling. “This is not a joke. This is serious.” “I know, Dad. But I’m with Calvin.” “Me too,” KJ said. If his dad was shocked at Camilla’s response, he was floored by his youngest son. He blinked fast, then turned to his wife. “And Charles Black is so gay.” Calvin tore his gaze from his parents. There was no way KJ should know that except his parents spilt that secret. But they wouldn’t.

From travelling around the world and meeting new people, seeing the different cultures, even featuring in some runways. I can't believe he got into a bit of commercial modelling, tried joining the natural geographic team but knew he couldn't survive, taught Chinese kids English, best of all, he has mended his relationship with his parents. James is a son of two well known people, Charlene and Victor, Charlene a famous surgeon and Victor owns one of the largest firms in Milan, and it has branched around the world. Victor also comes from a long line of royalty in Greece. James also has a little sister, who is a sweetheart and is a little over my age.

No matter what method she used to introduce his identity to her parents, he would make them overly nervous. "Dad, mom, it's okay for you to treat him with general treat." Amelie smiled from the side. Chaim smiled as he walked into the Bates family's main hall and placed the gift on the sofa. Under the light, Virgil and Letitia could more clearly look at Chaim. How could they imagine that the most noble man in this country suddenly came to their home, and he was still as their daughter's boyfriend. If his daughter married to him, would she become the First Lady of this country from now on? This news was too shocking.

His face was serious now, almost solemn. “There’s more you need to know,” he said softly. She nodded, bracing herself. Kade opened the folder. Inside were old documents, digital printouts, and faded photos. “This,” he said, pointing to a photo of a tall, dark-haired man with striking silver eyes, “is Alpha Theron. Your father.” Sera’s breath stopped. “And this,” he turned the page, revealing a woman with long white hair and a smile warm as sunlight, “is Alpha Luna Elara. Your mother.”

"To be honest, I don't care." Callie felt her mind go blank right then, and Liam continued, "I'm fine with whatever you throw at me or think of me, but I must warn you not to mess around." His voice was just loud enough for the both of them to hear. However, not only did Callie find his voice exceedingly cold, but it also felt like he was some violent beast staring her down. By sheer coincidence, they were standing very close when Chad arrived. He was certainly delighted seeing their proximity and speaking so quietly—getting the heir of the Luther family estate as his son-in-law would be the best birthday present he could ask for!

Whose father is he? Adolph blinked in utter confusion, taken aback by the sudden fury in Charles's tone. "Mr. Dominic Moretti, sir. The billionaire who holds almost half of the country's shipping lines. He’s Ms. Bianca's biological father. That is what the official paperwork says." Charles stared at him in absolute shock. His heart stopped for a moment, then he banged his hands down on the desk. "Dammit!" he muttered violently. Charles lunged out of his seat, pushing his office chair backwards so hard it rattled loudly against the wall. He brushed his hand harshly through his hair, pacing the room frantically as the brutal truth crashed over him.

“I’ve got more proof. Chloe wasn’t just any surrogate. Your mother chose her specifically because of the connection to your father. The affair, The payoff, The possible half-sibling link. I’m sending it over now, The board will love this. The hearing will destroy you both. Step down or I make sure every dirty detail goes public before the twins are even born.” A file attachment pinged through. Damian opened it with his free hand. More documents, Payment records. A notarized statement from years ago. Clear evidence that his mother had targeted Chloe because of the hidden family tie. Chloe leaned in to see the screen, her grip on his hand tightening painfully as the full picture clicked into p

I hit dial and put it on speaker. He had taken my phone and saved the number himself as an emergency contact and he had warned me not to call unless it was really important. It rang twice. A deep, velvet-smooth baritone answered. “Tessa. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The way my name rolled off his tongue was so pleasant, like he practiced it. Adrian Beckett. Damien’s father. Silver-fox billionaire. Sixty-two years old and built like a man who still ran five miles every morning before dominating boardrooms. Voice like aged whiskey and dark chocolate.

“Good. We can show this as a proof to our classmates. If they see this, they should be convinced that Travis was kidnapped indeed. If not kidnapped, something else should happen to him at the very least.” We did not response anything to her. Instead, Chuck just typed something out of the phone’s screen again; ‘Hercule Exposito family.’ The result showed, ‘The whole and complete Exposito family remains a mystery until now. However, a paparazzi once confirmed that the detective has a son named Travis Exposito who is now currently a student in one of the most prestigious school of the country, the Hamlet Creek University. There are no clues as for the name of his wife, but rumour has it that th