Zak Catchem Parents Novels & Stories

They walked across a small courtyard to get to the main hall. Zac's grandfather had six sons and two daughters. The eldest one died at an early age, and the second, who was Zac's father, took over the family business and became the new head of the family. The other sons and the eldest daughter were not there at the moment. Some of them were abroad, while some were in other cities. As for Zac's grandmother, she spent most of her time in Switzerland with Zac's grandfather because of her asthma. At present, Zac's parents, the third son of Zac's grandparents, and Marci's family were all living in their family's house.

Haley’s eyes widened in shock. "How could this happen?" "It’s a long story." Shane looked at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting. "Zac’s mother came from a poor background, a student from a remote mountainous area who was fortunate to be sponsored by the Fisher family to attend the Capital University. "She could have had a bright future, but after seeing the Fisher family’s wealth, her ambitions grew. She took advantage of Charles when he was drunk and had a relationship with him, resulting in Zac."

"Please, Liza, sit down. You should treat Zachary as an old family friend." I remained standing, my posture demure on the surface but utterly resistant. Did my father truly not understand how inappropriate this was? How it disregarded all pack propriety? "I prefer to stand, Father," I said quietly. James Morgan sighed, finally recognizing my stubborn refusal. He redirected the conversation, his tone becoming nostalgic. "Did you know, Liza, that Zac and our family have a long history? When your mother was pregnant with you, young Zac—he couldn't have been more than five or six—made a jest that he would mate the baby girl if there was one."

Celine's mother instructed her daughter. Celine added some ice cubes and poured tea from a plastic pitcher. She then handed a glass of iced tea to Zack. Zack drank the iced tea without hesitation, then immersed himself in conversation with Celine's mother. Meanwhile, Celine's father didn't want to be left behind. He needed to know about the background of his daughter's special friend. He asked many questions about Zack's family, school, college, and especially the 27-year-old man's job. Celine's father's attitude didn't change even after learning that Zack owned Meatball Hits—a well-known meatball shop in Manhattan. The man with wrinkles on various parts of his face had to ensure his daughte

He nudged Zachary's arm. "Bro, honestly, are you from the big city too? I can tell by your manner - you're definitely not from West Ridge." Zachary replied coolly, "I'm from East Coast. My family wanted me to go into business, but I didn't like it, so I ran away." "Bro, consider this your home! Come whenever you want - there's always a hot meal waiting." Charlie said enthusiastically, inwardly excited. This was perfect - if he treated Zachary well, Zachary would help him win money gambling.

I said "Someone who wants the truth to come out." "You and I know that's not who you are," Zac said. His voice was very calm as if he was in thought. I did not answer immediately. I picked up my coffee and took a sip even though it had gone cold. "My father worked for the Hill family," I said and Zac’s eyes became interested. "As their driver." And his face changed as understanding dawned in his eyes. "Your father was James Lake," he voiced out. "Yes," I said. Zac put his head in his hands.

Zachary chuckled softly and sat beside Joey, looking at Emily lying on the bed. He said gently, "My parents passed away early, and my grandparents raised me. The year they left, I fell seriously ill both physically and psychologically." Joey bit on her straw without saying a word. "People always say men don't cry easily, but at that time, I couldn't get over it. I cried every day like a girl," Zachary confessed after having long since forgotten the sadness of losing his parents.

They laughed and reminisced about the breathtaking sights from the cruise ship, ones I'd never have the chance to see. I stood there quietly as my sister, Anne Seymour, started complaining, "Is Zach still not back? I'm starving. I thought dinner would be ready the second we got home." Mom frowned and called my name a couple of times, but of course, no one answered. "He's gone again? The residential treatment center was let out two days ago, wasn't it? "Who even raised him? Everyone else in this family knows how to behave, but he's turned out to be some useless country bumpkin. All he ever does is goof off with those thugs."