Jason Genao Parents Novels & Stories

Wendy pointed at me and said sharply, “Jason, we’re divorcing. This house belongs to Xeno, which means it belongs to me. Since you raised Xeno for several years, I’ll let you keep the old apartment. I’ll even give you another hundred thousand as a gift. From now on, we’re done. Get out of my life!” Matthew lifted his head with a cruel smile. “Jason, did you hear that? Xeno’s my son. I’m his real dad. You raised him for so many years, and now it’s time to return him to his rightful father.” Xeno did not fully understand what was going on, but when he heard “rightful father” and “house belongs to Mom,” he shouted, “Go away! This is my mom’s house and Mr. Carter’s house. You’re not my dad!”

Jason replied, not giving it much thought. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his father, Mr Haward. "Who the hell is that and from which family?" Mrs Haward questioned angrily. "She is from Belle Glade," Jason replied and relaxed in his seat. "I don't believe you," Mrs Haward retorted, "You are just making it up so you become the heir," she added. Jason lifted his head to look at her, "Dad, arrange it for me," he replied. "I won't believe it till I see the woman," said Mrs Haward.

Then we hurried back upstairs and went back to sleep. I only hoped that this happiness would last for a long time, but no one knows the future path of life. Jason and I were born from completely different family backgrounds. His grandfather had made him an heir who had a much larger share than James. On the night that John told me about Margaret and Jason’s past, there was one thing that escaped my attention. Why did Jason call James as his stepfather? Jason's and John’s stories contradicted each other. Which story was true? I had to find out after the wedding ceremony was over.

The bonfire dinner went well past midnight. The coupled wolves only began to disperse by three in the morning. Jason excused himself from the company of his mother and headed for the pack house. He stepped into the shower with Regina and June's earlier conversation replaying in his mind. His mother seemed to have alot of questions for June; "What's your father's name?" "Ian Gilbert." June did justice to all her questions without any exhibition of nervousness or irritation. "Gilbert? Are you related to the late Monty Gilbert?"

“Jesamine struck a bargain with me, asking me to keep silent about her identity and her real parentage.” “Why would you not want to claim your own daughter?” Deidre hissed at Nael. He looked pointedly at my mother, then back to Deidre, a slow sneer crawling over his features. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said to Deidre. Jason stepped instinctively in front of his wife, as if he could prevent Nael’s words from harming her with the protection of his body. “What is that supposed to mean?” Justin said, confused. Ethan tugged once more at his sleeve, anxious to get his own answers.

“The board doesn’t say it out loud, but tradition still rules. Stability. Legacy. Appearances.” Of course it did. “The Sun family doesn’t crown bachelors,” I said. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Exactly.” He hesitated—just a fraction—then continued. “Which brings me to something else. Children.” I stilled, watching him closely. “I have two,” Jason said. “Adopted.” That surprised me. “My youngest cousin died in a car accident three years ago,” he explained quietly. “She left behind two children. Four and five years old.”

"Oh thank you, my best friend says that all the time" "Well she didn't lie". He said Making them both laugh. "So you have good genes from your parents, so where are they from?''. Jason asked. "My Mum's Colombian, while my dad is French". Jason's face widened in shock. "That's an overflow of good genes, you're a Latina and also French, no wonder you are so beautiful". Jason said Making her smile. "I think I'm making you laugh a lot, and I'm honored to be". "No I should thank you Jason, you made me smile a lot today". She said sincerely.

"All it takes is common sense, logic, and a bit of cooking knowledge." "Something not very many of us appear to have," Jared joked, jerking his head toward Damien. Damien glared at him but stayed silent. "Well, thanks for having us over," Jared said, cutting into his food. "I'm glad you all could make it," I replied warmly. Then, Mom's voice cut through the laughter. "Jason, honey, where are your parents?" Jason barely glanced up. "Italy." The table quieted for a beat. "They sent gifts and—"