You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

"I... I! I have never been happy in my life. Now, can't I even think about it?" "If you don't like my dad, why don't you refuse him?" "Do you think everyone can be like you and go against the family? I'm not you. I'm not that powerful!" John, "..."

"Tell me, Dad. What do you mean by my real mother?" Daddy cleared his throat and avoided my gaze. "I'm sorry, Son. You shouldn't have heard that. It's nothing—" "No, Dad!" I interrupted angrily, moving closer to them. The drunkenness seemed to vanish as I spoke. "Tell me. What do you mean my real mother? Am I not Mom's child?! Huh, Dad?!" Daddy closed his eyes tightly while Mom shook her head, tears continuing to flow silently. Taking a deep breath, Daddy finally spoke. "Yes. Your Mom is not your... biological mother, Son," he admitted to me, which shattered my world.

Shut up before you say something you regret! “And you aren’t my dad!” “Rue,” my mother gasps, her eyes widening. “What are you even saying? Of course he is your fat…” “HE ISN’T!” I yell, drawing the gazes of those around us. “He isn’t my father! My father died many years ago, and he…he…” I continue as those damned complex feelings of mine come rushing in despite the alcohol in me. “He… forget it.” Feeling at a loss and completely defeated, I stand and grab my purse from the table beside me.

“Some of them like it.” “You know what?” I gave him a cold, brittle smile. “You can keep your judgment and your trust fund superiority complex. You’re not my father. You’re not my king. And I sure as hell don’t owe you a fucking explanation.” I turned on my heel.

In my past life, I threw myself in front of a truck to save my father. I ended up with both legs shattered beyond repair, permanently disabled. He looked down at me in my wheelchair. "You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Carrington name." Then he brought his mistress and her son into our home without a shred of shame. At the company gala, he replaced me with his illegitimate son. "We can't have people asking questions at the banquet. Brandon will go in your place. It's not like we're taking anything from you." My mother was framed by the mistress and died in a psychiatric facility. I was locked in a basement, cut off from water and medication, and left to rot. The mistress became

It was my choice not to date until I met Edward. And how did that turn out for me? Not good. Now this thing with ‘him’ really ruined my view on men and dating. I don’t think that will change… ever. “I’m going back to Italy.” Dad rubbed my arms up and down, my eyes drooping. The countless sleepless nights are catching up with me. “For Reed Airlines?” I yawned, and he hummed a yes. “When do we leave?” Dad’s fingers run through my hair, a gesture he has done since I was a little. “I’m going alone.”

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

I rushеd, “not likе—just... back thеn. Whеn I was youngеr. You wеrе always nicе to mе. You listеnеd.” Hе starеd. His jaw clеnchеd. Thеn hе said, voicе hoarsе: “Mеlissa... you shouldn’t say things likе that.” I shruggеd. “Why not? You’rе not еvеn marriеd anymorе.” “I’m still your—” “You’rе not my dad.” His brеath caught. “And I’m not a kid,” I addеd. “You know that.”

He was like effortlessly cool. “Dad, I fucking love the way you dress. And I will keep my t-shirts and jeans. It’s just to switch things up a bit, you know.” “Is this about boys? No, don’t say it’s about boys?! Fuck. Are we there yet? My princess Leia, please don’t tell me you have a boyfriend.” I blushed, “no, dad. I don’t have a boyfriend. Not everything is about boys.” “Good, fucking hell. Sometimes I wish you were gay like Kate, so I didn’t have to beat up your future boyfriends, if they treat you badly.” Dad said.

I didn't understand the look in his expression, nor the reason his eyes glistened with unshed tears; all I knew was I wanted Mom to take me to her soulmate. However, there was a change in her behavior. When she spoke, her voice shook, lacking weight. “Mi…chael.” She stuttered while I hid behind her legs. “Hello, Yulia. How good to see you again.” Dad's voice was a snarl that shook my core. He peered at me and said, Liam, go back to your room, your mother and I have things to discuss.” I loved my dad, and I loved to do as he said, but that day, I didn't do it completely.