Vengeful Father Syndrome Novels & Stories

He paused. "James, your father was a very vengeful man ,he despited your mother's father. He hated he had the money he didn't. Of course,all this are in theory but poverty is expensive and he couldn't afford being happy with a rich man's daughter so when he started making money and covering his tracks,he punished her for staying." I stood there eyes wide open as I experienced an epiphany. It all made sense but after all these years,I didn't understand why she didn't realize he was just evil and left.

"My guilt game! You should be angry… furious! That bastard killed your mother!" Feeling rage burn hot from within, I went numb and mumbled, "When I was like three!" "You might have been too young to grief, but I mourn your mother for years, even till this day!" My father shouted, hitting his hand on the table. "I know…" "Do you!" That's why after you lost her, you forget that you had a son to raise. Instead, you became a leader, but not my father, putting your burden of vengeance upon my shoulders because of the power of my wolf.

Vano clarified. "Of course, if not that, then what? And just so you know, my father passed away due to illness. He was shocked because his company went bankrupt, and it was all because of my mother's involvement in a fraudulent investment scheme. Instead of supporting my father, she had relationships with so many other men. Interestingly, only your father is the one who wanted to commit to a serious relationship with her. I know the kind of person my mother is, so I want to save your father and also seek revenge for my own father. Do you understand my intention so far, Vano?"

177—Cassidan Everything could have turned out worse. But what had just happened right now was what I never thought would ever unravel. My father attacking his own children. Choosing to blame them and punish them for something that they couldn't control. I know father has always had a reputation for being cruel, and merciless, but I had never in my entire life—not even for the slightest moment imagine him in this light. I never thought a day would come that mother would have to beg our father not to kill us. Of all the emotions swirling inside of me, betrayal topped them all.

“Living at home—if I could use that word because it wasn’t a home at all—was…it was…not fun. It was the opposite of fun. My father… well, I’d liken him to the devil, but that would be doing Satan a serious disservice. I don’t think the devil himself could be as bad as my father was. I saw him do terrible things to other people. Other men. But never women. Unless that woman was my mother, though he never hit her. He was too controlled for that. Instead, he controlled her in every other way possible. She was like a puppet, a zombie, doing what he wanted. She was strung out on prescription meds to make her biddable, but also probably because it was the only way she could survive getting through

"Grayson told me everything. About how your father—Gary—was his best friend. About how they competed for the NHL VP position. About how your father framed him for embezzlement and destroyed his entire career." Something dark crossed Zane's face before he quickly masked it, but I caught the flash of anger, maybe guilt, in his eyes. His jaw clenched so hard I thought he might crack a tooth. "He told you that," Zane said, not a question. "Yes," I confirmed, stepping closer to him, my chest heaving. "So now I know exactly who I'm dealing with. Your father is a vindictive bastard who ruins anyone who threatens him. And apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

I had felt it inside me, that new heartbeat I still hadn’t fully processed, and yet I already loved it with all my soul. “I don’t want it to grow up without its father,” I whispered. Dad sighed, and for a moment his sternness softened. “I understand, daughter. But ask yourself, will that father truly be there as he should? Or will he keep drowning in vengeance, suspicions, paranoia?” “He’s not like that...” I tried to defend him, though it sounded more like a plea than a certainty. “He’s just... confused.” “No, Sophia.” His voice was firm, like a hammer striking the table. “He’s sick with pain and jealousy. You need to understand you can’t blame yourself for that.”

My father cursed, “He has been only using you so that we could continue to help him in getting weapons without a licence.” “But he will realize now what gem he has lost! His business is already collapsing, Victoria. Those who have hurt you will suffer now.” He added, “I’ll avenge each drop of tears my daughter has shed.” I broke the hug with my mother and threw myself into my father's arms. After a long time, I felt protected and seen. Perhaps after being ignored by Jayden for months, I had forgotten my own worth. This was why Jayden could easily hurt me. ***

“She was part of a world that was ruthless, where power and control were everything. Her actions were unforgivable.” The air between us feels heavy with unspoken pain. But what can I say right now? “I’m so sorry, Bastien.” He shakes his head. “It’s a past I’ve had to live with, a guilt I'm still feeling to this day. But this... this connection between our parents, it’s something I can’t ignore. I’ll look into it, see if there’s more to uncover.” “This vendetta seems to be rooted in a sick love story. A story that shaped our lives, without us even knowing,” I say, knowing now how truly rotten my father was.

Perhaps she made an abrupt choice that evening when her father confessed to killing Taehyung's father because her mind was elsewhere at the time. She experienced a sense of her entire world collapsing, and she immediately began to hate her father for all of the torture and rape she experienced. She came to make amends for her father's sin, and Taehyung chose her to be the object of his vengeance because we were aware of how much the pain caused when someone's child is used or abused in the commission of a family crime and because it has long been tradition to shed blood for a loved one in the name of vengeance. This cut my father in numerous ways. He was her father, she knew him for ages, an