Novel & Cerita What Is Jason's Story

"What?" "Nothing," he said. Jason smiled slightly. "What's your favorite subject?" "History." "Why?" "I like stories." "What kind of stories?" Jason looked out of the window. "The ones where people find out they were important the whole time." My grip tightened around the steering wheel. Ethan slowly turned toward me, but neither of us said anything. Jason continued looking outside. If he was really my son, then his survival raised questions I had spent years believing I would never have to ask.

If only everyone in the world besides him and her would keep that in mind. Little Leo's fingers curled around the hand that was holding the bottle up for him as he lazily looked at his hand. Jason felt his son's small body warm on his chest as he gazed at his amazing face. He felt astonishment. With a deep sigh, Leo cooed and pushed his head on his breast. Jason had never considered starting a family—damn. not ever since he and Jane fell out of love. Although he was too stupid at the time to think about it, he was confident that he would have soon busted up if they hadn't already.

He drew closer, "Talk to me, you know you can tell me anything" "I found out something shocking last night as well" "What is it?" He says "He's Jason Stanford son" "what?" "How?" "Jason Stanford married his mother and adopted her son who happens to be Logan but he refuses Logan to change his name to his." Rahman was in shock as I was yesterday. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know I am just going to continue my life as if he doesn't exist"

Jason admitted casually. "From there, I fell in love with the lifestyle. It gave me a sense of control I never had before. So, she took me under her wing and showed me the way of a Dom. I started climbing the ranks, from bouncer to club manager, then supervisor. The woman died of ovarian cancer and left me her estate, along with the deed for a private club she planned on opening. Now for the past decade, this has been my life. Giving it up... I'm not sure." Jason said truthfully, then he frowned.

Or South America. Somewhere so far removed from his reach that even his resources couldn't drag her back. If he gave her reason to truly run, she'd vanish completely. He couldn't let that happen. Not now, not when he was this close. "There's no approval process," he lied smoothly, his voice steady even as the words tasted like ash. "At least, not in the way you're thinking." Her eyes narrowed. "Then what was the doctor talking about?" "Bill talks too much," Jason muttered, running a hand through his hair. "He's been with the family for years. He knows things, hears gossip, but half of what he says is exaggerated."

After graduation, I had originally wanted to find an internship at a design company, but Jason said a fixed salary would not get us far. It would be better to work for ourselves and become entrepreneurs instead. I gave up my dreams for him. I followed him all over the country doing business. We set up street stalls, smuggled goods, and almost got pulled into a pyramid scheme. I did not feel bitter back then, even when the two of us had to eat from the same plate. We still had hope. We still had love.

His eyes were calm and unreadable, as if he wasn’t the one I was talking to. Betty, on the other hand, started by laughing the situation off. “What did you just say?” “I’m not talking to you, so stay out of this!” I dismissed her and turned to Jason. “You promised we’d be together, whether the pack approved of it or not. So what are you doing with her?! Why did you give her a ring?!” I snapped, tears freely dripping down my cheeks. Jason scoffed, then stepped forward. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”

said Harvey calmly. “Looks like you’re pretty shameless yourself, Jason.” “Shameless? Traitor to my own country?” Jason coldly chuckled. “The one thing I regret the most is to be born in Country H! I regret not being a damn westerner! “If I could turn my skin fair, I’d have so much more than I have now!” Jason was showing a wretched look on his face. Harvey’s words had struck him deep. “But don’t you worry. Even if I’m not that great, it’ll be easy for me to deal with you anyway!”

After standing and looking at him for a while, she heard herself say yes. This was the kind of guy every girl basically wanted- an Alpha, hot, tall, muscular and ruthlessly rich and sweet. But she had not given in to his demands simply because of his lofty status or because he was a billionaire’s son, it was because she could not just go home to her mother and break the bad news to her. If she did so, her depression might return and even get worse. So she decided, if the worst comes to the worst, to sleep outside. Jason at this point was paradoxically two things, a saviour and a thing to worry about.

he said, seeing Tamara asleep on the sofa in his study. Jason decided to buy an apartment with his savings. He had planned for a long time to buy something for Emily. However, no matter how beautiful the plan is, if it is not done well, it will still be in vain. So he decided to spend his money on something that would help him become more independent. Unfortunately, wherever he went, this woman kept following him. "Honey, I want to sleep with you. Did you forget that our baby is a bit spoiled?" whined Tamara, to which Jason only responded with a soft sigh. He didn't want to go through with this. However, he had to take responsibility for getting Tamara pregnant.