Who Is Sans Dad Novels & Stories

“Dad, I’m leaving for India.” Upon hearing Christian, Sanam frowned as the thought sounded unpleasant. His brows corrugated and he looked at his son with those pair of amber orbs. Heer, who was sitting on a couch, playing with Aurora could not help but look at her son, not understanding why he made the decision all of a sudden. As per what Sanam told her, she knew the matters related to work were being taken care of by their incredible managers. Then what was lacking, she wondered.

Max Santon was born into a modest family, Max's upbringing instilled in him a deep appreciation for honesty, integrity, and the pursuit of justice. His father, Robert Santon, was a hardworking mechanic with a heart of gold. Through his long hours and dedication, Robert provided for his family and imparted the values of loyalty and perseverance to his son. Max admired his father's unwavering commitment to his craft and his unwavering support for his loved ones.

I could feel Dad's anger from his seat, but he kept himself composed as the event continued. Just then, the lights dimmed and a hush fell over the room. A spotlight illuminated the stage as a man in a well-tailored suit walked out to the podium. It was the Santos family's patriarch, Mr. Jasper Santos. Some days ago, I had seen Dad staring at a magazine with the man's photos on it. After Dad left, I went through the magazine realizing he was a popular Genius in the Tech world. I still can't tell why Dad hates him so much. He cleared his throat and began to address the crowd.

“Sanjana, my child… what I’m about to tell you may break your heart further. You may even hate me.” I turned to face him and squeezed his hand. “I could never hate you. Please tell me. I’m confused.” “You know your father was British.” He began. “He was one of the biggest businessmen, with ventures spread across Great Britain.” He looked into my eyes—the only part of my face not covered in bandages. “He had a younger brother—Henry. A renowned plastic surgeon. He’s the only one who can help you. With his help, I’ve made arrangements. You’ll be leaving for London as soon as you’re discharged.”

I couldn't wait for them to fight and for Sonya's father to be beaten by Dad. "How dare you talk to me like that!" Sonya's father growled. "What's stopping me, Mr. Sanders? Because you're one of the donors to this foundation?" Dad raised an eyebrow. "If that's the reason, then you should know I'm also a donor to this foundation. We're even, Mr. Sanders," he continued with a fantastic little smile. I almost clapped my hands when Dad delivered those sharp words to Sonya's father. But Rylee's grip on my hand reminded me that doing so would only escalate the situation. Dad might even beat me up for it.

"Alright, show me your ID! Who is the dead person here? And what do all these notes on the ground mean?" Dad shakily retrieved his ID from his wallet in his old, tattered clothing. The plastic shone brightly in the sun. The officer took it from Dad and read the details on it. Then, he frowned hard. He kept looking at Dad, who was covered in dirt, then at the photo on the card, multiple times. The look in his eyes turned into one of anger and disbelief. "Gregory Swanson? You're the CEO of that listed company?" The officer was completely stunned. He stared at Dad, then at my body on the ground, and asked incredulously, "You're her father?

I know that I suppose to come home and perform all the necessary custom and receive your blessing. But I have a problem on my hands that I have to settle before my old man and my old lady would lead me as tradition demands. Who are your parents? Hmm my father is Sir Justice Maclean. Who you mean the late Emperor of Indo continent is your father? Yes, daddy we were twins but we have found ourselves now and my parents are alive.

Why were they more afraid of the secretary than their adoptive father? However, Richard was already leaving before Emily could question it. She simply had to find out the reason later when she met Kendra’s idol. Favian Beowulf was the secret second boss of Taleman Incorporation, and maybe he was the real other parent raising the boys. He gave off a very strict disposition and cold, calculated look at the interview, and Emily grew nervous thinking about it. Anxiety grew like a mushroom throughout the house, spreading until it reached every corner, creating a gloomier atmosphere than when the morning first started. The beta was back, and nobody was looking forward to it.

Sid angrily shouted back and continued ignoring his anger. "THEY WERE MY MEN WHO KILLED OUR FATHER..." Arnav was holding his hand to push him out of his cabin and he was frozen by his words that loosened his grip. He was peeling at Sid without blinking an eye. "Brother, you know that we have an issue. I was angry that she insulted me, so I sent a few men to teach her lesson. My men didn't know that Sumer Singh is my father. When Sharanya was unconscious, Dad helped her, but she didn't know yet who helped her," Sid asserted and breathed heavily.

Sihana Caden "Did you just say, your father is innocent?! That, he hasn't done anything wrong to me?! Fuck!! He killed my parents! How fucking killed my Dad because of money!" He burst angrily. "No! No, you're wrong. My father will never hurt anyone! I know him too well, he will never hurt your dad considering that he was his best friend. The truth is, your father tried killing my father instead" I said through tears. "Wh... What are you talking about?" He stuttered.