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“He came in frantic. I was working late, power had gone out for some reason and jayden snuck in. Must have used the hidden entrance.” My frown deepened. “I heard him talking to himself,” Josh continued. “About something called Nirvana. Said it was huge. Said he’d use it to destroy his father.” Jayden paused, letting the information sink in. None of us spoke until Marcus did. “And you’re convinced Jayden’s death is connected to this… Nirvana?” Josh nodded slowly. “Why come to me, then?” I finally asked. “Why not go to the cops, or Ronald? They would need this more than I do.”

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I tilted my head away from her hand. I looked up at them. "Mom said everything is mine. Nobody touches it." Dad's face fell. "What do you know? You're a kid. Your mom spent every day scheming." The doorbell rang. A steady, low voice carried in from the front hall. "Excuse me. Is Mr. Alex Caldwell home?" The study door opened. A man in his forties walked in: gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses, black briefcase. He stopped in front of Dad.

" I was waiting for you Emir... look you were talking to infuse Japanese flavors na, look what have I got for you!! " She handed me a rugged book.. it's pages are pale yellow, it's quite old still the words are clear.. and the recipes oh my God.. this is excessively relatable.. and then I found out dad's signature over the corner... so this is dad's book.. finally I got a masterpiece.. I gave her a bone crushing hug to clear my dilemma.. but how to talk about that girl.. " thank you so much beautiful for this!! I love it!! dad has left his legacy in this and I really am honored to inculcate his knowledge in me"

The sirens were noisy. My dad's room was in one word: Perfect - lord-sized water bed, two apricot coloured divan beds on each side of the water bed, roseate walls and a very familiar fragrance. I saw my car keys on my dad's reading desk. He had ceased it from me for being "irresponsible". **

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" "Wow dad, she even asked before you ever could," I say dropping my bag on the chair. "It was dreadful nana," I sigh and before they could even ask for details, I speak once again. "Hey dad, is that novel, 'Loving You Is Blind' still in your study?" I ask him. "Yeah, it's on my desk," "Okay," I plant a quick smile on my face before disappearing into his study. Once I get there, my eyes land on the cover almost immediately. I walk over to it and grab the book but not before my eyes land on a crippled paper in his small grey colored bin.

Chapter 29 Ride For You I started to laugh. What else could I do? Harper was being silly, she spend too much time reading those Mafia romance novels, how else would she be able to think of something so unbelievable? "Come on Harper are you for real? Our dads' father was a part of a Mafia? That's impossible Harper." I say shaking my head.

Everyone knows he hates noise. I opened the door and went inside the dark room loaded with books, mostly ancient books and poems. If you want my dad to love you without you betraying him for eternity, just buy him stories written by his favorites ancient authors especially William Shakespeare's stories and drama. He will adore you forever. One thing he wanted to be was to become a poet but due to the world he was born to, he was not able to follow his dreams and he had no time for it. I walked through the bookshelves to his office. I opened the door and entered the gigantic office. There they are. My dad is sitting on his office chair while my mom and Ruslan are sitting on the couch patientl

’’ When I gave a frantic shake of my head, he smiled even wider as if he intended to tease me even more. ‘‘Or perhaps we should pick one about your father…’’ he raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘‘I’m sure it’s somewhere inside the shelf, too…’’ ‘‘Alex, don’t you dare!’’ But he already looked through the books once more, and I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw a book entitled William Maxwell: Zero to One. Wow! From the title itself, I could tell that dad started from zero when he built his business.