Vin Diesel Biological Father の小説・ストーリー

“She’s bringing in killers from the global underworld. Names even I haven’t seen in years. She’s not just building an army. She’s building a bloodbath.” Bain’s gaze narrowed. “And her right-hand?” Viktor hesitated. “Spit it out.” Viktor sighed. “Darius.” Silence. Bain froze. “The man we’ve been tracking… he’s Cassie’s father.” The air in the room shifted. “Impossible,” Bain muttered. “Petrov’s team confirmed it. Darius walked out on Cassie’s mother when Cassie was five months old. Never looked back. Two years later, her mom married Elijah. And you know what happened with him.”

She placed the DNA envelope beside the photograph. “And according to this—” she said quietly, “—he is my biological father.” Her expression was unreadable — but her hands, resting on the desk, pressed flat against the surface. “He was outside our gate last month,” Vivian said. “You sent me away so I wouldn’t talk to him.” Evelyn said nothing. “He killed someone twenty three years ago,” Vivian continued. “He just got out of prison.” “And according to this—” Vivian placed the DNA envelope beside the photograph, “—he is my biological father.”

I nodded at my father, “I’m in love with Darren though Dad, I wish he were here right now. He’s the one I remember being with.” My dad shook his head, “Darren isn’t a good person Kay, you ran from him when you were pregnant with Jeremy, a few months ago he nearly beat you to death and killed yours and Steve’s baby. You were pregnant, you were such a mess Kay.” I shook my head, “I believe you, it’s just hard to believe I remember him being so sweet and gentle. Talking about pregnant, the doctor told me I’m pregnant. Is Steve the father?” My father smiled, “Yeah I’m pretty sure he is anyways, like I said you don’t tell me this stuff he would be the one to ask. Just give him a chance to talk.”

I snapped, trying to pull my hand back. "But he doesn't match me," Alexander whispered, his face coming down until it was inches from mine, his eyes wild with a sudden, devastating twist. "The paternal markers don't match the Vance line, Elena. He isn't my son. According to the database... Leo's biological father is my late grandfather, Nathaniel Vance."

he concluded, his voice soft and steady. I gave a small nod. "I believe you're right." I shook my head, feeling a mix of confusion and pure exhaustion. "How on earth did you track all of this down?" ​Valerian cleared his throat, stealing a quick look at Leo before he spoke. "It’s what I do. I’m a private investigator. I have the right connections and the background for this kind of work. Even so, this was incredibly difficult to unearth. I’m still digging into your biological father’s past, but I’m certain he was targeted because of the Hollander bloodline. The royal family tracked him down and took him out. I doubt they ever knew about his girlfriend or the pregnancy; if they had, they woul

Vi smiles softly, "Nice to meet you too." Vanessa and Derrick leave, and we head to the room. They must have converted Dane's room to a storage area while he was living with Ant. There are boxes stacked everywhere. Dane's bed is a pull-out couch with an air mattress at the foot of it, must be for Ant. They sit down on the bed and I lean up against one of the box towers while they chat and talk about his parents. Derrick is Dane's stepdad. His biological dad passed away when he was a baby. Derrick raised him though. He must look like his bio dad because he doesn't look like his mother either.

“He isn’t just Mommy’s friend.” Josh frowned, confusion flickering across his face. “What do you mean, Mommy?” Althea took a deep, steadying breath. The words felt heavy on her tongue, but she pushed them out anyway, barely above a whisper. “He’s your biological father, sweetheart.” Josh froze. His wide eyes searched his mother’s face for confirmation. “My… real father?” Althea nodded slowly. “Yes. Daven Callister. Mr. Handsome who took care of you in Mighatan—he’s your real Daddy.”

The genetic test took thirty minutes and the result was what the wolf in all three of us had already known: Cael Blackwood was Eli Vance's father, without ambiguity. Eli was twenty-two years old. Born six months after Cael's death. His mother—a wolf from a small unaffiliated group to the southwest—had known Cael for three months before he died. She had not contacted Ironveil because she had known enough about Marcus Blackwood to be afraid of him, and had raised her son alone, and had only been diagnosed with her terminal illness in the final months of her life. She had told Eli the truth before she died, and had given him a letter—handwritten, careful, a dying woman's bequest of history and

Vera scolded him, her voice a hushed whisper. Vince shrugged. "You should go to sleep so you can grow taller." Vera, always wanting to be taller, believed him. "Fine, but you better sleep soon too," she said as she turned her back and settled into bed. As soon as Vera was asleep, Vince brought out his phone and texted his Auntie Piper, asking if their mom had met their biological father at the party yesterday. His aunt replied with a simple "yes," which confirmed his suspicion. He realized that since they had also met their father at the party, there was a huge possibility that their mother and father had talked. There was also a huge possibility that his father was the reason their mother w

It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him. "Yes, I did" he boasted, but something in me didn't believe that he was capable of ever doing such. "You are lying. I would rather believe that you weren't a bastard and that you are not a royal wannabe because your mother was loose around my father. Who was even worse than she was. Did you know that your mother was also married at the time, George? And that your biological father was your mother's husband at the time? You were never my half-brother. You lied and forged those results. I had your DNA retested after you supposedly died. We are not even closely related; you were just a kid from the gutters. That is what you are; that is wh