Anne Boleyn Daughter Novels & Stories

She noticed that the only furniture present was the necessary ones despite it being the room that the duke mostly used. Did he spend all his time seated at that chair and facing all those documents? “Take a seat, daughter.” Sera felt as if she heard him wrong. Did he just call her daughter? Was it another ploy to keep her here since she tried to escape last time? Her father must’ve been wary that she would take the crown prince’s offer to leave the estate. If the world found out about her, the duke’s reputation would be tarnished, he would be recorded in the history of Fiore at the same time because he was the only one who had a daughter in the Fiore bloodline.

She stopped cold when she saw Anita standing there. “What is the meaning of this?” Eleanor snapped. Anita smiled coldly. “Good morning, Eleanor. Or should I say… murderer.” Gasps rippled through the boardroom. Sophia, seated in the far corner, rose abruptly. “What are you talking about?!” Anita didn’t blink. “Your mother’s confession. We found it. Along with your birth certificate. You’re not a Bennett. You’re Grace Whitmore’s daughter. Which means... you were never entitled to the inheritance you fought so hard for.”

I didn’t want to stir up any more trouble. Rilynn shook her head, clearly unconvinced, but she let it go. We sat in silence for a while until another girl bumped into me from behind. "Not again," I muttered, turning to see who it was. Brim Collin stood there, flanked by her group of followers. She was the governor’s daughter, known for her entitled behavior and quick temper. No one ever dared to cross her. “Anabella Andrews,” she said in a condescending tone, crouching beside me. “A little advice: stay in your lane.”

He started questioning me in front of everyone. This bastard. I held my dress tight in frustration. I was about to talk when Nathan interfered. "Your Majesty. Lady Anastasia cleared that she's Cullen’s daughter. Everyone knows her identity," Nathan said. I looked at him and smiled politely—saving tonight. Everyone started a new conversation while Darius stopped asking. However, I could feel his stares. "Thank you," I whispered to Nathan. He nodded his head and smiled. You really don't want to stop pestering me, Darius.

At her declaration, Asher and Anamika shifted their gazes to scrutinize her more, and murmurs broke out in the crowd. “Is she really the abominable daughter of the Johnson family?” “I knew from the start. That's why I didn't want my child to get involved. “No wonder she didn't introduce herself from the start. I bet she has been cornered.” “In other words, she's Bella Johnson, the daughter that was banished a long time ago for dating a married man?” “Correction, her sister’s husband.” “Then this must be the son?”

Anastasia exclaimed, her finger pointing accusingly at the enemy guards who stood with guns raised, while her guards remained in a protective circle around her. Harold’s voice was cold and merciless as it rang out. “Shame on you, Arenello! Joining forces to bully my little girl.” Mr Arnello and Politician Scuderi were stunned. The woman before them wasn’t just anyone, she was Harold Spencer’s daughter. But it wasn’t Regina… Their eyes widened in realization. Anastasia Spencer. Harold and Fiona’s daughter, their treasured heir. Harold’s gaze never left his daughter as he ordered, “Come here.”

Claudia suddenly burst into tears, "Lucas, are you doubting Anabel and me now? I've been with you for so many years, and I've been unidentified. Anabel is obviously your daughter, but she was scolded by others. After so many years, isn't she good enough? What do you want from her? Youre making it sound like she does things like this all the time when we both know which child is the rebellious one here, and that isn't my Anabel."

he said slowly with his mean eyes staring at Scot who was standing a few meters away from him. “I need to know why you ghosted me all these while and fled out of the state with my money, Leaving no results,” he inquired. Scot sighed and rubbed his palm on his head nervously. “Actually, there was a result,” he spilled and his eyes raised in curiosity. “Yes, I found out the truth of the little girl your wife claimed was Isabel," he said again. He sat up right on the sofa with curiosity spilling all over his face. “Her name is Elena, not Isabel. She is the daughter of Barbara’s younger sister, Maria. It happened that she shares a striking resemblance with Isabel, your daughter and I guess that

Because she sure loved to make my life miserable. Then there was the million-dollar question; who was Rocco’s real father? Was it the amoeba? Or someone completely ranGrayBree had fucked around with around my back? Not that we dated exclusively around the time she got pregnant. But she didn’t seem like the girl to sleep around at that time. She was daddy’s good girl and all that crap. It wasn’t until later that I learned how she really was. “Aaron?” Catherine waved her hand in front of my face. I’d zoned out again.

I asked curiously while browsing through dresses on another rack. "I already got mine; yours, on the other hand, must be perfect for that night." "And for what reason?" I approached her, arms crossed, as if I were expecting an explanation. Something didn't quite add up. Why did Amelia suddenly care so much about what I would wear to an ordinary party? I noticed my friend tensed slightly at my closeness. She shrugged nervously. "Because you're Horatio Finn's daughter, you have to look perfect at the event where you'll be the center of attention," she smiled.