Novel & Cerita Vengeful Father Syndrome

"Your father… your biological father. He is the person responsible for my mother’s death." I froze, unable to believe what I had just heard. "What are you talking about? My father is a good man. He never hurt anyone." "He hurt my mother," Gavin replied, his voice trembling with anger. "Twenty years ago, my mother worked as a secretary at your father’s company. They became involved in a relationship, and my mother became pregnant with me. But your father already had a family, and he refused to acknowledge me as his child. He forced my mother to have an abortion, and when she refused, he made her life a living hell. In the end, my mother died from a broken heart and the hardship she endured. T

Anger, hatred, and a profound sorrow blended together, turning his expression into something both terrifying and heartbreaking. I watched as he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening until a muscle twitches beneath his skin. His lover, Victoria, was beside him, though their intimacy was already strained. Asshole's mind was consumed by thoughts of vengeance, overshadowing any tender moment that might have lingered between them. The threat against me fueled his resolve, overshadowing even the complex web of loyalty and mistrust that bound him to Victoria. His father’s actions were an unforgivable violation, and Asshole knew he would stop at nothing to take me back and, in doing so, reclaim his

"You don't understand what you just did downstairs! He threatened to strip your trust fund! He threatened to send you to a military academy in upstate New York! You let my mom sit there and believe you're some unhinged psychopath who corners girls in school hallways!" ​"My father can threaten whatever he wants," Vincent snarled softly, his thumb tracing a slow, heavy arc across the inside of my wrist, right over my thumping pulse. "Arthur Vance runs a regional firm. My father owns the ground Arthur stands on. Arthur can cry about his son's broken nose all he wants he needs the Carrington merger a hell of a lot more than my father needs him. My dad isn't going to send me anywhere over a Vance

“You’ve been diagnosed with psychosis, sociopathy, and self-harm. You’re a threat to yourself and those around you, and for that reason, you’d have to be in rehabilitation until further notice.” I try to even out my breathing. I press my back against the bed. Ferrari rubs the back of my palm. “Breathe. You’re not going anywhere.” I am. I know what Father’s version of rehab means. The same one he did to his younger brother, and he died after months. Brain Aneurysm. But I knew better. Father killed him. Valek whispers. ‘Run…’ I shoot off the bed, reaching the door in seconds. Hands grab me roughly, pulling me back. I fight back, but my injuries scream, and legs buckle.

I snort a laugh as they lead me into the black SUV. Having a father like mine can pan out to be very detrimental to your mental health. A father whose only interest is money, power, fame, and more money. Never once has he shown any interest in putting his family in order, but plays himself out to be a responsible man in the eyes of the public. My father is an extremely calm man on the outside but I do not and will never feign ignorance to what he truly is on the inside—a catastrophic, greedy bastard. He always has the perfect excuse for being so withdrawn, being the consigliere of the mafia seems to be no joke and my father being my father takes his job a little too seriously.

“He thinks he’s saving my soul. And I’ve put him in that position. This is my fault.” The humiliation cut deeper than any boardroom coup. It was a treacherous poison that seeped to the innermost recess of him—his fatherhood. Victor's put-downs questioned his right to an empire. His son's rejection questioned his right to love, to be as he was.

VINCE Seeing him groaning in pain did a little to ease my rage. I was already possessed with every bit of anger, jealousy, and bitterness I've felt since I realized he was the damned bastard who sold me off. The primal urge to kill him echoed through my nerves. A lethal craving to snap his neck and throw him down the window. To spit on his cracked bones. He's my son. But God, I wanna kill him! “Vince!!” Vanessa yelled from outside the door. “Leave my son alone. Stop beating him up!”

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

I didn’t only come here to celebrate his birthday, but also give him an update on Ethan’s plans and how we should outsmart him, but Julian betrayed me— he told me he was going to reject her, and that she meant nothing to him, that their mate bond meant nothing to him, but it was all a lie… just like many men out in their pack, including my father, Julian’s plan was to possibly make me his mistress, while he gets married to his mate. Yes… including my father. In the face of the world, he is a successful businessman and a well respected Delta, but to me— he was just the man living in the shoes of my mother. Everything my father has today is all because of her and her influence, but he had

He's standing in his father's old study which is now his study and he's surrounded by his father's books and his father's awards and his father's photographs and his father's representation of success which was always about accumulation and dominance and maintaining control over everyone and everything around him. He's remembering conversations with his father and remembering his father's advice about never showing weakness and never allowing anyone to get close enough to hurt you and never trusting anyone completely and never making yourself vulnerable because vulnerability is the same as weakness and weakness invites attack and exploitation and destruction. He's remembering how his father