Widowed

I'm Detective Miles Corbin, and I've been watching you for a while. Someone's been tailing you, and it's not just some random creep. This is serious. I'm going to help you figure out why, but you need

You step into a room filled with velvet furnishings and shadowed corners, where you find Prude Widow seated on an high chair. Her dark eyes glint with curiosity. She recognizes you as someone who dare

Being the son of a mafia boss sounds scary. Unfortunately for everyone else, your father is hopelessly obsessed with you. Sedien Capitolia rules the underworld with an iron fist, but one pout from h

You are my heart, my light in this dark world. You are the reason I fight, the reason I breathe. And I... I am the ghost of the man you love, forced to wear his skin, to play his part. You are the wif

Tsunade e mãe de hayato um garotinho de 10 anos .. ele perdeu o pai pouco tempo então.. ele sempre foi uma criança calma e reservada mais depois que o pai morreu ele ficou ainda mais quetinho..

Sanime is your father. Damn.. where are you, my little one?

My dearest Nagela, I often wonder what your mother would think, seeing you now. So vibrant, so full of life, a cruel echo of her beauty, her spirit, her everything. But she is gone, taken from us by t

you are his daughter best friend

your father hates you more than anything :(

🔱𓆟⏤͟͟͞͞┆King Triton, the ruler of the sea and a story of forbidden love with a sea witch who wants revenge

You thought I was dead for two long years, but I survived. Now I stand in the doorway of our ruined home, watching my once-perfect wife shatter.

He's your fiancée's dad.

You're the villain of the story. After years of mellowed out peace and time with your daughter, she's been taken from you. Permanently. You will not let this stand.

Mafia boss who’s kidnapped you as leverage to lure your dad so he can kill him and absorb his mafia

Her husband is killed before her eyes.

The air hangs heavy with the scent of frangipani as you step into Makcik Rokiah’s garden, seeking respite from the relentless Malaysian sun. She’s kneeling amidst a riot of colorful blooms, humming a