Who's My Dad Novels & Stories

Only one word left my mouth, "Dad!”

This time he grinned broadly and I almost smiled. "I guess I can never understand men." His face became serious. "There is something you should know about this particular acquaintance of mine." I shrugged. "What?" "It's Matthew Wagner." When I didn't register who that was, he shifted uneasily on his feet. "He's your father. He's back and he wants his kids." He turned towards the pool entrance. My eyes followed his and I noticed for the first time that someone stood there. Even with the equally messed up face, I needed no one to introduce him to me. He was my Dad... He was back. My heart jolted.

And I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that it was dad who's calling me, I accept the call immediately. "Dad?" I said on the other line. "Where the fuck are you and what do you think you're doing, Zie?" Daddy immediately asked, I frowned because I could not understand what he meant by that "I'm with my friend, dad," I responded and I heard him chuckling sinisterly on the other line. "And what are you going to do with the one million dollars, Zie?" Daddy suddenly asked and my brows instantly furrowed upon hearing what he just said.

"Wait. Do you know what your daddy looks like? Have you seen him, love?" "Yes, Mommy. I saw him and Aunt Christy said it should only be our little secret."

“Besides… I just moved my next one.” A chill slid down my spine and my grip on the phone tightened. “What did you do?” Another soft laugh. “You have to sit back and wait for the show like everyone else,” he said, then his voice dropped. “I have a reunion in store, Ceaser.” Then the line went dead. Everything in me stilled. I hadn’t misheard, didn’t imagine it. T just called me Caeser. A name only one person had ever used. My father.

dad asked with trembling tone " I am your fahter." " Dad, don't waste your energy by lying and get ready to answer my questions. I know youare not my father and the mother I always thought died was never my mother but my aunt so why don't you tell me further about what happened in my life and who my birth parents are?" I demanded him.

I answered my phone, I was excited after seeing my father's name, maybe he was going to tell me it was time to get back home, I just hoped it would be time to go back home, I can't wait to be back home. "Dad, I missed you," I lied answering the phone. "Oh, that's so sad Romy, I'll be there by the afternoon," dad says through the phone. "You will?" I ask him confused. "Yes, someone very important is coming your way, keep her safe until I get there," dad says but who is he talking about? "Who?" I say confused. "My daughter," dad says. "Dad, you don't have a daughter," I remind him, last I checked I'm his only adopted son, no other adopted kids, unless if he got one in my absence.

" Who is my father? He asked. " Your father is the late Matt Blake, he is the second richest man in this country and he was the son of the ex president of the country , your dad tried so many times to become a president but never got there but he is a powerful man" she says. " I see, I thought he had a son name Adam Blake , he is popular and also a socialite, so why do you keep calling me his only son? Ted asks , His aunt smiles.

Cassidy said. "Me too." I chimed in. Minutes later, mom came back with the water and some biscuits for us. "Now, what's going on?" She asked. I gently nudged Cassidy and she took a deep breath. "I found out that my biological dad is actually Xavier Vanderbilt but he passed away many years ago. I was wondering if you could tell me about him." Cass explained and mom wore a surprised expression. "Oh my, well that's quite shocking news. Xavier Vanderbilt was a friend of mine. He was a very free spirited and kind person. He use to light up the room." Mom chuckled a bit then her expression changed and her eyes were filled with sorrow.

But he was already gone. The door was left swinging gently behind him. I stood frozen, the silence in the room suddenly deafening. Hunter. Who the hell was Hunter? My knees nearly gave. I sat back on the edge of the bed, the letter’s words echoing endlessly in my mind. You are the daughter of Maradona and Hunter. My father’s name was Michael. Michael. The man who raised me. Who held me close when I had nightmares. Who died trying to protect me.