روايات وقصص ضمن You Re Not My Dad

No! "No.. please.. not my dad.. no please.." I felt like dying.. This was it.. They just woke the demons

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?

Like I was his savior— the best dad in the whole world, but now, that look irritated me. It made my skin crawl and harbored rage in my heart. “Daddy…” “Don’t call me that,” I said harshly, my breath ragged. “I’m sorry Jeremy but you can’t call me that again,” I added. Jeremy scrunched his brows in confusion. “But why?” The million dollar question that I had the answer to but for some reason just couldn’t get it out. “Look, it might be a little hard for you to understand but the bottom line is that I’m not your biological father. That means, I’m not your daddy,”

“You’ve had your stupid revenge. Why won’t you just leave my dad?” My brows furrowed as my spine straightened. “Revenge?”

" Hearing my father's words made my tears flow again. In my past life, he had also tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. In the end, I wasted my life away. I pinched my palm, letting the dull pain of my nails biting into my skin clear my mind. In this lifetime, I would never let myself remain trapped in Layson's shadow. "Dad, I'll do whatever you say. I'm going to Silvermoon City. I'll arrange the entry permit later."

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

The mention of my mother veered my mood in a different direction, causing the smile on my face to fade away. Beneath the surface, the old grudges and anger stirred, threatening to break free. Yet, as always, I suppressed them, bearing the weight of those emotions within me. "She's not my mother," I retorted, my words laced with bitterness. "Sure, she gave birth to me, but she was never there for me. My dad, on the other hand, has been the one taking care of me since I was five. If there is anyone who’s always been by my side, that’s my dad and I know he always will be." The sharpness in my tone conveyed that my harsh words were not directed at Jacob, who was well aware of it.

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

He said,his jaw ticking. I narrowed my eyes, but he wasn’t offering more. I let it go… for now. “I can’t give you what you want, Ronald,” I said quietly, stabbing a piece of chicken with my chopsticks. He looked confused. “Why not?” “Because you’re a client.” “I’ll find another agency.” He said without missing a beat. I paused mid bite. “No, you won’t. And even if you weren’t my client. You’re still my ex fiancés father. Can’t change that can you?”