Aaliyah Daughter Novels & Stories

"At that time, Aunt Irene gave birth to a daughter named Aliyah. When the Dark Pack was destroyed, Aliyah was only two months old. Everyone thought that Aliyah died with Aunt Irene…." "Impossible! Do you mean Aliyah is Alpha Dominic's daughter? How is that possible?" Charles abruptly cut me off. His tone could have been more panicky. I knew Aliyah's identity would shock everyone, so I didn't find it strange that Charles reacted impatiently.

"Who dares cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party?!" Jess looked as if she had seen a savior and immediately rushed toward him, crying. "Aaron! You're finally back! This bitch hit us! Save us!" Clarisse cried out as well, "Daddy! This bad woman bullied Mommy and me! Punish her and that illegitimate child!" Under everyone's gaze, Aaron slowly turned his head, and his eyes locked onto me.

He kissed my cheek. I smiled at him. "Thank you for finding me, but I can't just quit that fast. I didn't know that Edward is engaged in illegal activities, he has a daughter." "You are calling him in his first name," he said then narrowed his eyes at me. "Why? He doesn't want me to call any names but his name only." I looked at her serious face. "You are taking care of her daughter? Where is his wife?" he asked again. "His wife died years ago; can you believe that I have the same name as his wife? His wife's name is Aliyah too," I answered then smiled widely.

She was wearing a white dress, her hair dancing against the air as she stopped in front of me, catching her breath. "I will be happy already!" She clapped her hands. Aliya is also one of my childhood friends. She was in the same kindergarten as me, but when her father passed away, her life got ruined. I heard, her mother has a lover right now. She had been asking for a father and I think, that was the news she was going to tell me. "I just met my future sister! And you know what? She's so beautiful! She just looks like a mean girl for her makeup and stance but she looked nice!"

Chapter 59 One week later The bathroom door opened and Aliyah walked out wearing her white robe. It was finally the day she was going to be announced as the daughter of the billionaire, and the CEO of Orange entertainment industry. Everybody will finally know who her father was. She took her time to do her usual skincare routine, and once she was done, she went to her closet where she picked out the white suit she bought the last few days, and soon, she got dressed. Once she was done, she finally left her room, not after picking up her white handbag to match her dress. Tate was already waiting for her in the living room, so she soon joined him and the drive to the company started.

"You will pay for this betrayal." "It's Aliyah Everhart!" I spat back, pushing him until he released my hands. "I'm the daughter of Amir Everhart, the one that your father killed ten years ago. That means I'm the heir of this land, and I have all the right to banish you and your sister!"

I'm blessed with other baby. My baby girl. My Aaliyah! She is almost three years old. Aaron chose the name for her. It's so beautiful when I heard it. In Arab, the meaning of her name is Princess. It also means Beautiful and brave. My poor Martino has to deal with his mother's craziness. He would laugh at me when he grows up. Coming to Aaliyah,She is exact replica of me with personality of her dad. She hates chocolate with passion. Do you know what she said?

For a second, I forgot. “Right. Uh, Gina, this is my daughter Aaliyah. Baby, this is Gina. My vice president.” “Daddy, don't be silly. Of course we've met.” Aaliyah chuckled. “Yeah. But not officially.” I countered. “Good to see you, Aaliyah.” Gina put out a hand and Aaliyah accepted it gracefully. She sure knows how to blend into my business world perfectly. That makes her a perfect heiress. And because I plan on giving her a perfect company as her inheritance, I should have my head and mind in order. I shouldn't let a tsunami of a girl ruin my sanity.

For my daughter’s sake, I’ll at least try to look nice. Aaliyah ran out of my room and into the bathroom with a shirt and a nice pair of shoes in her arms. “Momma put these on!” She exclaimed, practically throwing them at me. I caught them and put the shoes on first. They were a cute pair of flats Tillie got me for my birthday last year. The shirt was a black corset top, a little sexier than I expected my eight-year-old to grab but maybe it looked fancy to her. Aaliyah hanked me by my hand and rushed me out of the house and into the driveway. “This is my Mom!” Aaliyah exclaimed when we were face to face. “Isn’t she gorgeiaous?” she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong.

Bitch. The little girl's name is Sasha. I watch, shocked, as Michael bends, picking her up and cuddling her. I lift my eyes, and they lock with Layla’s; her lips tremble as she smiles at me, trying to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. It kills me to sit quietly beside the bastard while he lavishes attention on Sasha and ignores Layla. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Sasha is Michaels's daughter, but Rose is not her mother.