Vin Diesel Biological Father Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, from Mom's hysterical ramblings, Giselle was able to piece together the truth that turned her entire world upside down. Desperate to clear Vincent's name, Mom accidentally ran her mouth and said, "Vince had no other choice at the time! Not only did that rich woman dump him, but he also had a child with him. How would he have survived without Giselle taking care of him? He was just a young man!" Giselle felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

“Biologically?” I could lie. Could protect her. Could keep this secret like Vivian wanted. But I was done lying. “No,” I said gently. “According to the DNA test, I’m not your biological father.” She made a sound like she’d been punched. “So who is?” “A man named David Harrison. He was your mother’s boyfriend before she came back into my life. He died in a car accident two weeks after you were born.” “He’s dead?” “Yes.” “So I never got to meet him. Never got to know him.”

Then he set the pen down and just listened. I told them about my biological father. Dorian Voss. The northern bloodline. The deliberate separation. The decision my parents had made to ensure that if one of them was found, the child couldn't be traced through the other. I put the photograph on the desk between them. The man with dark hair and something careful in the way he held himself. "He's alive," I said. "He's been searching. He doesn't know where I am." Matthias looked at the photograph for a moment. Then back at me. Still listening.

Subject 1: Thalia Mikos (Mother) Subject 2: Drakon Vasilios (Alleged Father) I skip to the bottom. To the bold text in the summary box. PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.99% CONCLUSION: Drakon Vasilios cannot be excluded as the biological father. The air rushes back into the room. "It's you," I whisper. Drakon doesn't look up. He’s shaking violently, clutching the bedsheets. "It's you!" I scream, grabbing his head, forcing him to look at me. "Drakon, look! It's 99.9 percent! It's your son! It's your daughter!"

He turned toward me, eyes softening just enough to melt bone. "And the whole engagement drama with Darli—whatever his name is—" he shrugged dismissively. "I don’t care. That was a mere distraction while we finalized a case." Reporters murmured wildly. "To be clear," he finished, voice crisp, "Rennie Brooks is, and always has been, the biological mother of Diane Wolfe." He reached for my hand again—this time gently, like he was asking permission. "This is our truth," he said. "And we don’t need your approval to live it."

Dax asked. Vincent looked over at Dax and leaned back. “Von Wilder is the son of the vampire king. You have a queen, we have a king. Von is the heir to the throne, but his father has denied him it. Rumor is that he has been involved in illegal actives that would reflect negatively on the throne. No one can prove it, though.” “So you are saying that it will be almost impossible for not only for us to meet with him but to get any information out of him?” This just got a whole lot harder.

Marcus had stepped outside to give us privacy, knowing this was something only I could do. “Baby,” I began softly, taking his small hands in mine. “I need to talk to you about something important. Something that might feel a little confusing at first.” Liam tilted his head, looking up at me with his big, curious eyes. “Is it about the man in the black car?” I nodded slightly. “Yes. It is about him. His name is Mr. Vance. And… and it turns out that he is related to us in a special way. He is… he is your biological father.”

his throat tightened “I don’t want to correct her because she’s right I am her father in every way that matters” A faint smile tugged at the corners of Vivienne’s lips “So you’ve already chosen her”. Julian nodded “There was never a choice to make. She’s mine, my family. But...” He hesitated here “...there’s something else. You need to understand who her biological father is” Vivienne’s brows arched high “Do I dare assume it’s someone who will not take kindly to being cut out of the picture.” Julian’s expression hardened “It’s Leonard Shaw.”

We returned home to wait. I watched Zaya sleep each night with a storm brewing behind my eyes. She was my daughter. Our daughter. But if Eliora had used Adrian’s DNA... It meant she had planted a second heir. A biological card she could play anytime. A way to keep us dancing on puppet strings. Vanessa finally called on the fourth morning. The results were back. 99.98% paternal match. Adrian was the father. But the mother remained “inconclusive” due to lack of data.

It was too much for him to take it at once. “Give me a break, Edith. It's too much for me to take. You mean Julian is my son? But I donated my sperm just out of curiosity. I have nothing to do with it.” He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. He was loosing his mind now. “I know. He's legally not your son but biologically, yes.” “Congratulations, man. You became a father now. You defeated us. I'm going to be a father but you are already a father of a five years old son.” Vasili teased Emrys and he glared at him.