You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

The hospital air was stale, but it was better than the suffocating room. “My dad isn’t my father.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. David stopped, turning to face me. His expression remained unreadable. “Did you hear me?” I asked, searching his face. “I said, my dad isn’t my father.” “I heard you.” His voice was calm, steady. “And I’m not surprised.” I blinked. “You’re not?” “No.” A chill ran down my spine. “Did you know?” He shook his head. “Not exactly. Did he tell you who your biological parents are?”

"Son yesterday I was at the company, there is a shortage of 1 million, what happened?" "Dad, I took out that million" "But a million, son? This has never happened before." "Dad, please, it's my company and my money." "Don't yell at me Mark, I'm your father." "My father, now you remember, but you didn't think that when you fucked my bitch of a secretary and my wife fucking died." "Marck please don't... don't say that to me" "Oh daddy please forgive me, I'm stressed out excuse me, I should have forgotten that, daddy?...daddy? are you there?"

"Good. What movie should we watch next, then? Would a romcom do it for you?" "I guess so" "Good" I leaned more into him, pressing my head into his chest and loving the warmth of him. I felt safe, understood and comfortable with him. Lucius Devine, my late father's friend. If he was my father's friend, then he should know about my dad, right? If I couldn't ask my mum about my dad, then I could ask him. "What type of man was my dad? Please tell me the truth. I am an adult and you don't need to sugarcoat things for me"

"Hacked?." "Yes, you are not the one driving the car but someone else. And I'm guessing that person is my dad." "Woah..."

“Like… you flinch sometimes when Dad speaks to you. You always did, a little, but lately it’s different. It’s like you’re… on edge.” He gripped his mug tighter. His pulse was too loud in his ears. “I didn’t notice,” he muttered. “You didn’t notice,” she repeated, leaning in a bit. “Eli, I know you. You’re not a great liar.” That hurt, because it was true. She reached across the table, laying her hand over his. “Is he giving you a hard time? I know Dad can be… intense. He means well, but sometimes he pushes people without realizing it.”

"And when I do, you'll pay for what you've done." "Oh, I'm shaking," Raphael said sarcastically, taunting my anger. "Good luck, Dad."

“What do you have to say to me?” Kade squints at my dad like he’s trying to focus on a moving target. His lips part, then close again like he forgot what he was about to say. I brace myself, because whatever comes out of his mouth next is bound to be pure chaos. He sways slightly, blinks hard, then grins. “You.” He points at my dad dramatically. “You’re not that scary.” Oh, fuck. My dad raises an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused. “Is that so?”

“You’re not.” The words hit me like a blade straight to the heart. My mouth opened…but no sound came out. Just the echo of that one word repeating over and over in my head. Not. I’m not their daughter.

She signed the two documents, then flung them right back at me. "Carter, you'll definitely regret this one day! I'll be waiting for the day you come begging me on your knees!" Finally, finally, I was divorced! I was free! A calm like never before surged through me. I ignored her harsh words and took the documents, turning to leave. However, right before I departed, I remembered that I had one more thing to say to her. "Yelena, don't tell me that you still don't know… The one who died was your mom, not mine."

But this, I just couldn’t take it I messaged my dad. To Dad- I’m not your son right? It’s fine. I have disowned you too. I would be back but this time, as a different person. Then I blocked him immediately after sending it.