Aaliyah Daughter - Laiyah Haughton Novels & Stories

“Our child... is safe. They’re strong, like you. Like us.” “We… we have a daughter, Abhay,” I said, the words tasting foreign, even after all these years of keeping them locked away. “She’s almost eighteen now. I named her Alaya.” My voice cracked on her name, the one we had whispered together once, in dreams of a future that had crumbled too soon. He froze, his expression shifting into something raw and unguarded. “Alaya?” he repeated, the name like a lifeline on his tongue. “You named her Alaya. Just like we… Oh, God, Mikalya.” His voice broke, and he took a hesitant step toward me, his hands trembling at his sides.

I stood, stunned speechless as Kaiden’s face lit up with a heart-warming smile and he swung the girl up to sit on his shoulders. “And last but certainly not the least, Aliya, meet Quinn, my darling daughter.” What. The. Heck?

I let out a soft chuckle in response, knowing he really meant Alliah's. "Can you tell Alliah that I am sorry and I hope there won't be any hard feeling's between us going forward. I would really like to see her ascend the throne, and I am not the only one. Once she arrives back in the kingdom, hand the documentation about Laylia being the daughter of the King to my dad, and he will take care of the rest. Just be ready for back lash. If you need updates on Laylia, he will be glad to give you them." Without another word, Uriah quickly turned to the door. Just as he was about to step out, he rested his hand on the door way and looked back.

There is no her, what does Layla mean? "None of your business," Hunt husky voice intruded my thoughts. He took a step backwards and pulled something along with him, I couldn't see it from where I stood because of the crowd. I relinquished my cover, stepping out of the branches of the tree and stretched a bit, tipping on my toes. A young girl of about six years of age clung unto him like a piece of magnet.

“You were screaming at some girl in a parking lot. At a company event. It’s all over social media. Do you have any idea how that looks?” “I don’t care how it looks.” “Well you should. Your father certainly does.” “My father can—” “Choose his words carefully,” Leah interrupted. “That girl. Alicia something. She has a kid.” “Her name is Alicia Martinez. And yes, she does.” “Is it yours?” Silence. Leah’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. It is, isn’t it?” “That’s none of your concern.” “A bastard child?” “Get out.” “Excuse me?”

After knocking, he entered. "Lily, do you have a photo of Abigail?" he asked. Lily got down from her bed and fetched her diary. Opening it she brought out a picture of the family on her birthday. "This is Abigail Shawn," She pointed at a young lady standing next to her father, with long wavy black hair. "She didn't like taking pictures. We forced her to take this picture," Lily revealed. Luis scanned and sent the image to his friend to search for details of her using the image.

They were about to round up the press conference when Liam entered. "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make also," he said, ignoring the stares from all of us. "Next week Saturday will be my daughter's six years birthday and I'll like you to grace the occasion. Hope you don't mind?" He smirked "What? Which daughter? Does he have a daughter? I've never heard about that before" the reporters murmured within themselves. "What are you talking about, Liam," the first lady asked with Shock written over her. "My one and only daughter, Ava Diamond Miller," he said.

Evander and Elena smiled, happy to see his joy. But as Elena glanced away, she froze. She saw a little girl peering at them from behind the door. Her heart seemed to stop as she met that pair of clear, bright eyes. “Who is that, Dad?” Elena asked. Alistair turned and smiled when he saw Layla. He waved, beckoning for the child to come closer. “She’s Olivia's daughter. About Noah's age, I think,” Alistair answered. “Sophia, come here, child,” he called.

I say, then I take a step back. “You forgot one thing,” Kai starts, “What is your brother’s name, and how can we find him?” He then pulls out the knife and tosses it to the side. “His name... His name is Alyosha. He is tall, covered in rune tattoos and looks like me, just with a shaved head. Find Vanya; she will lead you to him.” Kai looks at Konstantin and nods, then he punches a fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his still-beating heart. Ilya coughs, looks up at Kai and smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before he slumps over in Konstantin’s arms.

“You can, but you know I’m right, right?” Xara said to her daughter as she walked into the kitchen behind her. Elon had married, and Giada and Jaxon were off to college. Aly had built a solid brand for herself, and over the years, she had been able to achieve her dreams. Her brand was one of the most recognized in Jersey City, NJ. Ever since her father died, Aly hasn't been interested in any relationships. She spent most of her time building her brand, which is now successful. What was left now was for her to get a man in her life because she wasn’t getting any younger.