A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

"You can only call yourself a real father if you've actually done what a real dad does. Otherwise, what kind of father are you supposed to be?" Silas let out a cold laugh. “Have you ever done a single decent thing in your life?"

"So what if I haven't? I gave you life, didn't I?" Oliver shot back, his voice icy. "The only reason you're here is because of me. Without me, you wouldn't even be alive."

"Yeah, but you brought me into this world and then left me to fend for myself. If it hadn't been you, I probably would've had a much better shot at happiness."

Silas' tone was sharp as a knife. "Your 'son' died the day you tried to hunt him down."

"But the truth is, you didn't die. You made it out just fine. Do you know why that is?” Oliver said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Because you're my son. You've inherited all my best qualities. That's why you've survived and even thrived. All that good DNA? You got it from me!"

Silas looked at Oliver with pure disgust. He'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone quite this shameless. He'd underestimated just how thick Oliver's skin really was.

"Since you're my son, it only makes sense for you to come back to me and do what I say." Oliver continued, "You've divorced that Calliope or whatever her name is. Come back home. Marry Blythe."

stared at Oliver like he'd lost his

if you had everything I have, you'd be even stronger. Doesn't every man want to be as

coax him like a salesman pitching a too- good-to-be-true deal. "I'd never hurt you.

crawling back to me? Did you not think

a look that

so i'd never do anything to hurt you. Coming back to my side is only going to be good for you. I'll give you everything you could ever want. I even

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met

you know, the Whites that basically own half of Massachusetts. Their influence is off the charts. And she's a surgeon. A brilliant one, at that. Marrying her would be

for you. Blythe is

Oliver, his eyes full of biting