Who Is Marinette's Biological Father Novels & Stories

“Let’s start over. I’ll make up for every mistake I made… for everything I did wrong to you.” My chest tightened at those words. “Please, Lexien…” he pleaded again. “You’re being ridiculous, Marco! You’d leave your family just because of me?! Have you even thought about Maxien—about Natalie? What will happen to them if—” “She’s not really my daughter.” My jaw dropped. “W-What… what are you saying?” “Natalie lied to me from the very beginning. I’m not Maxien’s real father. Her biological father is an Italian man. She only left Maxien with me as some kind of payment—for all the pain she caused me.”

Laura's manager (Riley) cuts in. "Yeah?" Damien turned to her fully. "The man, it's him. It's the father of the babies" She responded. "Wait, I don't.." "Are you going to keep mute and not say anything?" Laura was beginning to lose her cool but Christian only stared blankly. He looked like he wasn't listening but he was trying to comprehend what he heard. "Excuse me?" He was finally able to form words. He did so without stuttering too, showing how perfect a man he is.

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

Marcus remained standing, he placed a photograph in front of her. A man she didn't recognise. Mid-fifties. Heavyset. Photographed outside what looked like a hotel lobby. "Who is this?" she asked. "His name is Joseph Tanner," Marcus said. "He worked as a parking attendant at the building where your father kept his private office." Elena's pulse quickened immediately. "Worked?" "He was terminated three days after your father's death." Marcus's voice remained smooth. "No severance. No explanation." The implication settled over the room like smoke.

Paul hesitated then asked, “What connection do you have to McKenna or Leon Knight?” “I just found out Leon Knight is the man who fathered me. And my mother was Jessie Carter.” “Oh, I see.” “No Daddy, you don’t see,” Pepper whispered. “You and Marie are my family. You and Marie took me in when I had nobody or nothing. Leon murdered my mother when she told him she wanted to get married. At the time though, he was already married with two kids. He never told— her.” Her voice broke for a moment. “I saw him strangle her and he would have killed me too, except I escaped. You found me days later.”

She had heard some of this history from Emilio, about the woman who ruled with an iron will, but hearing it from her son made it feel strange. “My dad, Dimitri Falcone, was a mix of Russian and Italian blood. My grandfather took him in when he was young and raised him as his own. He rose through the ranks until he was second in command, much like Emilio is to me now. But his primary job, the one he took most seriously, was being my mother’s bodyguard.” Domenico paused, as a smile flickered on his lips. “He was ten years older than her, cold and stoic. But despite the age gap and the rules, their love blossomed. They eventually got married.

Marinette After I fed Marigold, she fell asleep, and I placed her in the bassinet so I could get a little nap too. I am absolutely drained from the events of today, but looking at her, I’d do it all again. But I can't help the pain in my heart knowing that right now it is truly just the two of us. She doesn't have a father. His parents shunned me when they found out I was pregnant, so she doesn't have them as grandparents. My dad doesn't think I'm his kid, so she doesn't have him either! My lip quivers at the thought of how alone we are.

"Then, whose daughter is Marie, since you and mommy have been apart for a long time?" "Marié's mother Martha. He responded right away. I was so hurt when your Mommy left that I got drunk every night. When your mother Martha arrived as a maid, you were still in America. Because I wish to forget your Mother, Amanda Maureen, I cannot prevent having an affair with Martha. She is Marie's biological mother. Martha wanted to leave at the time, but I wouldn't let her because I had gotten her pregnant. We replaced all housekeepers to keep what had happened to us hidden from everyone until she gave birth to Marie. Son, Forgive me. All this is my fault." Philip pleaded with his son in tears.

His voice dropped a notch. “There is an update, but... I don’t think you’ll like this one.” I tilted my head. Something in his eyes told me he was holding back, trying to decide how to deliver it. I didn’t have time for hesitation. “Talk. Talk, what’s the update?” My voice sliced the tension in the room like a whip. I saw Dante glance sideways at Bull. Bull inhaled deeply. Then he let it out and began. “Well... apparently, Marie does not have any known sibling. She doesn’t know her father. He abandoned them when she could barely walk. Her mother struggled raising her. Eventually, she remarried a man who, for some reason, didn’t want Marie in his house.”