Novel & Cerita Weird Strict Dad Chapter 3

she nods Mom walks upstairs and looks at me in a concerned look... Dad walks upstairs to his study and I follow... He sits down while I close the door... "Something happen at the company?" he asks "No dad... Something happened at the Lab grandmother keeps all the grandsons’ sperm" I tell him Dad looks at me as if I've said something crazy "Whose sperm is missing?" he frowns I sit in the chair before saying "Mine" "How long?" he frowns

She mocked as I did nothing but her. The next day arrived and I was on the phone with my father who was unhappy about my marriage with Hannah. Hannah and Jacob watched me remain quiet as he scolded me. "Your father is scary." Hannah admitted, her expression was genuine. If she found my dad scary then she's probably right. My dad is ruthless and used to be overbearing. In highschool he would always caution us with my and Jacob source of association, he was super strict as well and a previous workaholic. "You haven't even seen our mother." Jacob joke which made Hannah shake.

My father snapped and landed a punch on my mother's face, a punch to the back of her head and a knock on her head, he pushed her to the sitting room chair and began to punch her like a punching bag. I began to shed tears, why did this happen to me, why is my father this wicked, I cleaned my tears and looked unto him with anger, then I smiled, saying to my self, you are not going to die naturally, when I grow, your blood will be on my hands, I chuckled and smarked. Flashback over To be continued Guy I hope you loved this chapter because did, it was amazing. I can't believe Temilade is going to kill her own Dad.

This was going to be one hell of an awkward dinner conversation if we didn't fight it out now. Dad's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Sebastian and me. The disbelief on his face was almost comical. Almost. "Yes," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "In the lust sect. How... educational." I refused to back down. Instead, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on. "Oh, come on, Dad. Don't act so scandalized. It's not like you're some paragon of virtue."

I challenged him, my eyes staring daggers at him . “Because you have no choice except you want to die by beheading,” he blurted o firmly “in case you don't know my father then I did like to let you know that my father is a very strict man who doesn't go back on his words he will definitely find you” he explained, in a cold tone. I smirked “maybe you forgot to mention the fact that he is brutal and heartless” I murmured underneath my breath “Did you say something” Derrick asked staring at me

Dad has always been strict but the last few weeks he has denied me a lot of things he would agree to. "He's been acting strange...... "No baby. He doesn't love you less Alright? He has a case he is working on right now and it's been difficult for him. All he needs is our understanding and he's been so strict with you lately cause he doesn't want his baby girl to be carried away by this new stage of your life. One thing is certain; your dad loves you so much and we both know that is a fact. Don't ever think otherwise again okay?" I nodded and latched myself into her embrace.

'Tell me what the fuck got into you three or leave me the hell alone. Dragging focus back to Dad, his eyebrow is raised in the boys' direction, silently laughing in his head at their overbearing asses. Dad kisses my forehead, "maybe you'll be the select view that get multiple mates at once. Not sure how those boys will react if it's not one of them."

Sophia** I'm sitting in my Dad's office, anxiously waiting for him. He's refused to see me for the past few days, and it's painful that Mom isn't even aware of the situation. The door handle jiggles, and it swings open. Dad enters, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern as he locks eyes with me. He walks over to his desk and takes a seat. “What's going on here?” I muster a tight smile. “Dad.” He gazes at me, sits across from me, and places some files on the table. I reach out to hold his hand, but he withdraws it abruptly. “I'm sorry.”

The place where the lowest of the low ended up, addicts, prostitutes, disease. Dad ended the call. Vanessa went white as bone. Dad grabbed her by the hair and ran. The car stopped at the mouth of the alley. The smell hit them first, raw and rotting, urine and blood and something deeper, older, impossible to name. Dad kicked open the door to number 318. He saw something he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

“Goddamn, little sis. Smells like fresh cunt. College boys didn’t wreck this hole too badly, did they?” I squirmed, but Damien snatched my wrists from behind, pinning them hard. “We waited three fucking years. Dad’s rules start the second you walk in.” They dragged me inside. The doors slammed shut like a cage locking. My stomach dropped. They hauled me into the big living room. Dad sat in his big leather chair like a king. Mom was nowhere, probably locked upstairs, broken and full of cum like always. “Strip,” Dad ordered, calm but deadly.