Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 Novels & Stories

A letter. Short. Direct. Personal. His eyes moved across the first line. Then stopped. The blood drained from his face. Lena immediately noticed. "What is it?" Sebastian swallowed. Hard. Then looked up. "Elias wrote this twenty-nine years ago." Nobody moved. "He says if anything happens to him..." His voice faltered. The room grew impossibly quiet. "...I should be told the truth about my real father." The silence that followed felt endless. Because if Elias was telling the truth—

His eyes burned with a protective fury I had never seen before. He climbed out of the water, and a man instantly rushed over to hand him a towel. He didn’t use it for himself; he draped it around my shivering shoulders, shielding me from the prying eyes of the remaining crowd. Then he turned toward Nolan. I watched as Nolan literally shivered, his bravado vanishing as he shrank under the stranger’s gaze. “Da… Dad?” Nolan stammered, his voice trembling. Dad. The world seemed to tilt. The hot stranger… the man who had taken my first time… was Nolan’s father? Zayn, the Alpha King. My heart hammered—what had I done?

I held the stare for a while before my father’s voice cut through it. “What video?” sounding more frustrated than angry. He hates being kept in the dark about anything. He is the all mighty Alpha Lucien Devereux, he should know everything! “I would do the honors of showing you Sir” Elena stood and walked to my dad’s side. She is having so much fun with this and dumb father who started the conversation had stepped out to receive a business call. I looked at Nana, my eyes begging her to say something but she stayed relaxed, an unreadable expression on her face as she picked on her dessert.

“The girl gave you the fight that you’ve itching for and even made you bleed. I’d say your ego took a huge hit” Heat flushed my face. “Shut up, Luca!” “Relax,” he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying… she’s got fire. Cute, too.” I shot him a look that could have cut steel. For some reason, I didn’t like him admiring Eloise. It made me sick. My father chuckled, deep and low, cigar smoke curling from his lips. “Fire,” he repeated, like he was tasting the word. “Her father had fire too. Tristan Walker. Shadow.”

“What do you want to ask?” Eli’s eyes shifted briefly toward Lucian before returning to her. The movement alone nearly shattered both adults standing in front of him. Then quietly, carefully, as though he already knew the answer and simply needed someone brave enough to say it aloud, Eli asked: “Is he my father?” The room went still. Not dramatically or violently. Just completely. Elena stared at her son while memories crashed into her all at once. The pregnancy test trembling in her hands years ago. The terror.

“Are you not the bad guy from that night?" "I..." Mateo’s voice shook slightly. He couldn't speak. He looked at me and smiled. "She has my nose, Bella. She has my chin." Then he looked back at Elara. "I am your Daddy, sweetheart. I am the one who has been waiting for you." "No." Elara said firmly, shaking her head. "Dante Galante is my Papa." I held my breath, clutching my hands into tight fists. Dante Galante. I wanted to tell her she was right. I wanted to scream it to the press. But that would destroy him.

words but Elisa and I have grown rather close since she arrived at the Greyhound's estate, if you doubt my claims then you can ask her yourself”. Leonard responded, pointing towards my direct, announcing that I had awoken. Upon noticing my presence, father immediately rushed over, crouching down beside me as he pulled me into his tight embrace. “Elisa, you're awake?” He rejoiced, holding me even tighter. “You scared me half to death. Now, tell me, which one of those bastard Greyhounds did this to you?”. The moment the words escaped his lips, I instinctively began to tremble in fear at the recollection of that night's event and my encounter with that maid. “Elisa, you're trembling? Tell me,

Shelyn added softly, “He’s not a bad person, Ma.” Elara let out a long breath. “You’re still small.” Elang stepped closer and placed the photo on Elara’s lap. “We may be small, but we’re not stupid.” Shelyn held Elara’s hand. “Mama always says honesty is important.” Elara closed her eyes. That sentence pierced deeper than any accusation. “All right,” Elara finally said. “Mama won’t lie.” Shelyn and Elang immediately straightened up. “He…” Elara swallowed. “He is indeed your father.”

EZEKIEL'S POV: "Ezekiel?" Father's voice echoed, resonating with the walls of my bed chambers. Elsa looked like she was going to pass out. "Behave as if you're buttoning my shirt," I whispered quickly. Luckily, my shirt was half-buttoned down. She caught on quickly and hurriedly did as she was told. "Your maid is here." Father asked as he slowly approached me. With a small smile, I brushed Elsa aside and turned to Father.

[Elise’s POV] I continue to stare at the pile of ash in front of me while Jose’s words repeat themselves again and again in my head. He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone. Each time they appear, I feel something in me crack more and more, until I’m letting out a snarl of rage and turning my gaze toward my father. “You!” I growl, watching him attempt to get up. “THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!”