Novel & Cerita Who Is Sophie Foster's Dad

But at the same time, she didn't want to reveal the truth. "I can't say," Sophia stammered, trying to avoid Zavier's gaze. Zavier raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with her answer. "You are a member of my pack, Sophia. I have the right to know everything that concerns you. Now tell me, who is the father of the child?" Sophia took a deep breath, gathering all her courage before finally confessing, "The father is not a member of our pack." Zavier's eyes widened in surprise. "Then who is he?"

You're such a hardworking uncle, ain't you? "Uncle!!! Sophie screamed and matched down to me with a frown on her face. "Uncle, why? Oh hi miss Natasha" she greeted Natasha. "Hi Sophie, I guess your uncle is here to support you" "Uncle? Who's uncle? Ah, him? He's my dad, Jayden Jaymes Bruno." "Your dad? "Yes" she nodded and blinked her eyes. "How? How is he your dad? Are you her father? "Well, I am. You've got a problem with that?

“Seven years ago. You didn’t let me.” His fists clenched. “That night,” he said quietly, “you left without a word.” “You told me to,” I shot back. “You told me I was a mistake.” The words hit him hard. “That was a lie,” he said. “Then this is the truth,” I replied, my voice shaking. “Andre is my son. And he is my responsibility.” Mason stared at me, something breaking behind his eyes. “And if I ask again,” he said, “who his father is?”

"What man? You've been associating with disreputable men behind our backs? Have you no shame?" I laughed. "So you're making up sexual rumors about me now?" My father froze, apparently not expecting the daughter who'd always been timid to talk back. Daphne burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. "Dad! If some man didn't buy the dress for her, then she must've stolen it!" Stolen it? My foster mother had founded Draper Atelier herself. Why would I ever need to steal from it? And that man wasn't some stranger. He was my foster brother, the youngest CEO of a publicly traded company in Westbridge.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Not to mention, we are at the breakfast table. “What the police crime scene investigators determined is that his foster dad got drunk and high that night. They’re not sure of the trigger that started it all, but he physically assaulted his wife until she was unconscious. Then proceeded to kill his other foster kids. When Jay arrived home, he was ambushed by his foster dad and killed. His foster dad committed suicide afterward. By the time we arrived to the house on Monday afternoon, the foster mom had died of her injuries due to not getting medical help.” I pause, taking deep breaths before I continue on. The whole room is silent waiting for me.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you hurt us. That you hurt Mom." His father nodded, tears welling up in his eyes once more. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own sobs. "And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make amends for the pain I've caused." “But one thing that I can swear, you’re really my only child. The old Foster wife was never pregnant with me. She was pregnant with her own gardener. You can ask the old Foster if you want as they keep this a very deep secret. That’s also explain why their illegal child had no scent because the gardener is human so—”

"Oh, I've got a lot to say but not to either of you." She turned towards Dante a small smile playing on her lips. "I've come to talk to you, Dante. I've waited ten years for this day." "What are you talking about?" Dante asked cluelessly. "I'm talking about him," Sophie replied. The doors opened once again and Jared stepped in with a young boy. He was the spitting image of Dante and Natalie gasped. His steel-blue eyes and startling resemblance threw everyone off-guard as the media filed into the house. "Dante, this Is your son. Kol, this is your father, Mr. Dante Rodrigo," Sophie announced.

“Three years ago, Don Lucas handed you to me right here and said I was the luckiest man in the world.” The sea breeze brushed against my face, and I closed my eyes. Of course, I remembered. That day, Father had said to Theo and me, “Sophie is my most beloved daughter. She chose you, and I choose to respect her. But that doesn’t mean I approve of you.” Father turned his back on us. “From today onward, Sophie Lucas is no longer my daughter. And you will never enjoy the honor that comes with her identity.” Don Lucas’ voice had trembled slightly. “Publicly, I will say my youngest daughter has gone missing. Go. I don’t want to see either of you again.”

Her eyes spied the signs of dawn, the sun making its way over the horizon. “Well, it’s good news. Don’t worry.” Her father chuckled. “Jacob is back on duty, finally.” Jacob? Her brows furrowed before she remembered that Jacob in fact meant Jacob Touren, Sophie’s fiancé and wealthy businessman. Her mood soured immediately upon that thought. Why did her father have to go and remind her of all the reasons she didn’t like Sophie right now? “What does that have to do with me?” Her tone turned harsh and her father seemed to get that she was upset too.