Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” Elijah smiled and pulled up the photos Blair had sent him on his phone. He showed them to Luis. “This is your father, right?” “And the woman beside him is your mother.” Luis’ eyes widened as he glared suspiciously at him. “You went to my house? What do you want to do?” “I don’t want to do anything.” Elijah smiled. “My men are having tea at your house now.” “You might never be able to see them again if you don’t listen to what I say.”

Maybe he really is remembering me…. “You don’t get to speak on things you don’t understand.” Elias retorts, voice low but lethal. Felix doesn’t back down. Instead, he respond writes wider smirk like this is amusing. “Oh?” He tilts his head slightly, eyes glinting. “A you do?” Their gazes lock, and just like that, it’s no longer about the press or Bianca… It’s war, and I’m literally and figuratively in the center. “Oh please…” the snake interrupts. “Tell us who the father is so we can get this shit over with.”

The kid hugged back her mother but then her wide grey eyes travelled towards that person, who was standing behind her mother. Elea's happiness doubled by seeing that person. She hurriedly ran towards him, making Esme stand up. She turned around and saw her daughter running towards him…towards her father. “I missed you too, uncle,” Little Elea said to him, where both of her parents stared down at her. Esme's heart clenched painfully the moment she heard her child saying those words to her father. She had missed him. Her little child had been missing her father throughout her life….

Because Baby Hope deserved to know. I asked if Eli knew. Lena said no. He had no idea. I started crying. She hugged me. We stood at the lighthouse. The sun rose. The sky turned pink. Lena left. I stood alone. Luca and Eli ran up. They had seen Lena leave. Luca asked what happened. I showed him the results. He read them. His face went pale. Eli read them. His hands were shaking. He said he was the father. I said yes.

He looked up at Elara, his eyes sharp now, awake in a way I had never seen. “He is not just the True Heir anymore,” Papa said. Elara nodded slowly. “No, he is not.” I looked between them. “What am I?” Papa swallowed. “I do not know yet,” he admitted. “But you are mine.” The humming in my chest shifted. It pulled not hard, just enough. I turned toward the mountains, Papa followed my gaze. “What is it?” he asked. I listened past the walls, past the noise, past the fear.

Laurent, beside me shifts slightly, but says nothing. And that’s when Elias moves a bit. It’s not a defensive or uncomfortable shift, but rather, a small one that’s supposed to get my attention. “I didn’t expect this to be how we met,” he says, his voice calm and unapologetic. I give him my attention again, and swallow through the tightening in my throat. Before I can speak, however, Father exhales, as if we’ve reached the part of this drama he’s been waiting for. “I understand this is a lot,” he says from his seat, and I catch him leaning back from the corner of my eyes. “But this is exactly why we are here.”

I whispered against his shoulder. “I'm here now,” he said and pulled back. His eyes were red, tired, furious, and afraid. He went straight to our father and gently touched his hand. “Father, it's Elario. We are here.” I moved next to him, taking his other hand and holding on tight. His eyelids flickered, just a quick twitch, but I saw it. “Wait,” I whispered, startled. “Look.” Elario leaned closer. Papà’s eyes opened slowly and heavily, as if it took all his strength, but they opened. They looked glassy at first, then became focused.

The evening air was thick with smoke and tension. Elena stood in the middle of the compound, her black jacket zipped up, a gun hanging loosely at her side. Mateo tugged at her hand, holding his small blanket, eyes wide and fearful. “Mommy… where’s Daddy?” he whispered, clutching her leg. Elena knelt, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. “He’s… resting, baby. He’s very tired.” Mateo’s lower lip trembled. “But I want Daddy! I want him to wake up!”

Elliot’s Honesty: Elliot opens up about his love for Elena, explaining how their relationship has evolved and the depth of their bond. He acknowledges his father’s concerns, admitting that even he had reservations initially, but emphasizes how they’ve navigated the complexities together. “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life,” Elliot tells him, his voice steady and sincere. A Father’s Fears: Elliot’s father, in turn, reveals his apprehensions. He admits that his reservations were less about their relationship and more about his fear of seeing either of them hurt. “You’re my son, Elliot. I just wanted to protect you both from making a decision that could cause pain.”