Novel & Cerita You Re Not My Dad

Alycia stared back lazily, "Don't say nonsense! I know you never loved me! You just wanted to play with me! That's who you are! So stop all this! And act like we were never close! I don't want Aaron to get suspicious about our past relationship!" "Aaron! Aaron! Why do you always call my father by his first name only, huh? Don't you realize how far apart you two are? You're over 20 years apart in age! Come on! What's so great about him compared to me? Or do you want to prove my manhood once again, huh?" Adrian was starting to get angry and even more annoyed that Alycia seemed to want her father more than him. Alycia looked sarcastically at Adrian, "That's how different you are from your fathe

Freya “I’m really not mad at you… I’m mad at the fact that I got to know about it online, and not directly from my daughter. I mean, you should never have put up with such disrespect… and trust me, that bastard is going to get what he deserves. I will make sure of it!” My dad let out as we walked out of the room. “No daddy, you really don’t have to do anything. I’ve got it all under control.” I quickly let out while he turned at me and scoffed.

"Emily? Who's that?" "Don't play dumb, Daddy." I pulled out my phone, showing him the email screenshot I'd saved. "Your PA. The one sending you nudes. 'Missed you last night'? Sounds like you're fucking her too." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Isabella, it's not what you think. She's just... a distraction. Work's stressful, and your mom—" "And Mom what?" I snapped, my voice low but sharp. "She's not enough? Well, neither am I, apparently."

I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. My family exchanged uneasy glances, their faces blank and impassive. "No, we didn't," my dad replied curtly, his tone dismissive. I felt a surge of frustration building inside me. "How can you not know?" I yelled, the words tumbling out in a rush. "How can you not even bother to remember your own daughter's birthday?" My dad shrugged indifferently. "It's not that important," he said casually, as if my birthday were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

“You’re not joking, right?” I sighed deeply. “I wish I were, but yeah. Moses fucking Braddson is my father.”

Daddy, I feel weird as I say this to you because come to think of it, you were never my father. I never had a father. I've written to you several years ago. I sent you an email asking if I can meet you, but you never responded and now I'm writing to you from my grave. Seventeen years and you never reached out to me. Did you even attend my funeral? Did you at least shed fake tears?

He said. I went silent, exhaling sharply. The camp memories flashed before me. “j-just stuff.” I whispered “What are you stressed about?” He asked “Can you stop trying to be my dad now when clearly you're not.” I snapped. I held my mouth realising what I just said but it wasn't a lie either. He stayed silent for a while before saying “Yes you're right, I'm not your dad.” He said then the call disconnected. I sighed looking at his number. "Now he's angry," I murmured

"Dad, what did you say?" Lewis asked, his voice trembling. His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils contracted violently. He clearly hadn't processed what Elliot had just said. Elliot quickly shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around me, then stepped forward to punch Lewis square in the face. "You don't deserve to call me Dad. I don't have a son like you." "Ah!" Lewis immediately clutched his nose. Blood poured through his fingers. "Dad, she's tricked you! She's a total mess. She was my girlfriend before I went abroad—"

I’m not sure if it’ll work, but I don’t know who else I can try. Jai… he’s an option too… ‘Dad, Jai, can either of you hear me?’ I call through the link. ‘Dad. Jai!’ ‘Sebastian?’ Dad’s voice comes. He sounds almost unsure, and his voice is as cold as it was from the start. ‘Dad, I need you to listen to me.’ ‘That time was gone. You really turned out to be your mother’s son… and for someone who said they no longer saw me as their father, why call me Dad?’

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense