Zayn Malik Parents Novels & Stories

1 buisnessman along with the richest man on earth. Zayn is Alexanders right hand and I don't care if he's in mafia cause I know he's my bestfriend and my only family like I'm to him. Zayn was also in gang stuff when we were in U.K. Since 10th grade and I don't blame him cause he lost his parents in an accident and he never wanted to go in a orphanage so he started doing gang stuff and earned money. In 11 grade I started living with him, cause something's happened between me and my family, well let's leave it here only.

Did Zayn had a thing with Alessandra or is she his mistress or maybe wife. No. Zayn loves me, he wouldn't have an affair outside our relationship. And also his parents knows about me, they wouldn't have accepted me. His mother in particular would not have been so close to me if Zayn had a wife outside. But even with all the rational thinking, I couldn't help but picture Zayn having a beautiful wife with two or three kids. And he's only using me to satisfy his urges. My hands shook beneath the book in my hand, tears welling up in my eyes against my wish.

“Zayn is an illegitimate son. He is his father’s biological child, yes, but his mother was nothing more than a common girl from the outer districts. A mistress my son kept hidden away while his true-born family, his real wife, and his legitimate son were unaware of his sin.” Her words stab me like a knife straight to my chest. A mistress's son. My mind violently flashes through every interaction I had ever witnessed between Zayn and his parents. It all makes sense now. The coldness, the unspoken hostility, the ruthless competition between him and his brother. It wasn't just corporate rivalry. It was his family punishing him for a mistake he never made, and a son trying to conquer a world tha

Zayn said as Four begin "Me and my parents were a happy family until i was a teenager. one day there was a knock on the our houses door and i opened it only to see a person identical to my Father holding a baby girl in his arms. After sometime i came to know that he was fathers twin brother. he was in a miserable condition and was on the edge to die. Before dying her handed the only thing he to us. His daughter. "This is my daughter jele.....No Gigi" He said and handed her to me. I took her and saw her looking at me with her charming blue eyes smiling immediately melting my heart. He warned us about Yolanda and what her behaviour for which i instantly gave her the Oscar for being a bitch.

Her bright smile was infectious. Angela was puzzled. "But… From what I understand, Zayn's mother and grandmother place a lot of importance on family background. "Being an only child, Zayn is expected to take over the family business one day. Why didn't his family choose a wife who comes from a similar social standing?" Dexter paused for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. "Zayn spent an entire day kneeling outside Mrs. Jewell Senior's room, pleading for her to give her approval. There's still no guarantee they can get married."

"Ocean Draking hasn't shown up for many years. What grievances do you have with him?" "Zayn is my father," Rozi said. She did not want to hide this fact. The middle-aged man was instantly stunned.

Zayn had poisoned his Grandfather? “Liar!Zayn will never do something like that!” Carla hid a touch of helplessness in her eyes as she slowly spoke, "Zayn has always thought that his real father's passing was caused by Grandpa Vega, so he wants to make the old man pay,he wanted to make his life worse than death." Carla had also thought that Grandpa Vega was really responsible for that,it was only later that she inadvertently learnt that the passing of Zayn’s father was not caused by Grandpa Vega, her father,Perez was responsible for it.

' Linda asked. 'Or girl?' Zayn said, making my mom choke on her wine. 'Just kidding' He added. 'Someone gentle, loving, sweet. A honest and respectful person not some two_faced bastard who can't even be proud of the beast that he is'. I said, never breaking eye contact with Zayn who just kept on smirking. Zayn and his parents had to leave after a few hours and I was glad to finally be able to bask in the solitude of my room until my phone pinged.

He just watched, fork barely touching his plate, eyes tracking every word out of Zayn's mouth like he was cataloguing something. Then, abruptly: "Where are you from originally?" "Colombia, sir. Countryside." "Parents?" Zayn's easy smile faltered slightly. "They passed when I was young. I grew up in a group home." "And your intentions with my stepdaughter?" "Hermes." I nearly choked on my juice. "It's a fair question," he said, not looking away from Zayn once. Zayn straightened, meeting his gaze despite the obvious tension radiating off the whole table now. "I care about her. A lot, actually. I don't have some hidden agenda, if that's what you're asking."

He has been supporting him through all the thicks and thins. Zoya Malik 26 years old, a fashion designer by profession. Loves Rudra Roy a lot and is going to marry him soon. She is the daughter of Nandini's mother's friends, so she knew Nandini from an early age and always treated her like her own sister as she didn't have any siblings. Nandini treated her the same way. She was more like Nandini's best friend. She knew everything about her and believed Nandini was not wrong.