Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

Again, Ariana shut her up. “Then listen to me very well… Tell your slutty and bitchy daughter that she should never appear in front of me ever again. I swear to fuck that I'm going to cut off her filthy ass and then fry it and shove it onto her fucking filthy and shity mouth to eat. You know what, the most embarrassing thing in my life is to have blood relations with you. FUCK YOU ALL!!!” Ariana roared everything she wanted to tell her and then hung up the call.

“I might love Rickard, but I’m not insane.” Ariana cast a profound gaze at her daughter and then sighed. “Forget it, I’ll just pretend that you’re not the one behind this incident. But, Juniper, will you look back and see what you’ve done so far? Can you tell me where the daughter that I’ve always been very proud of has gone? And all of this just for a man?”

Ariana nodded, her gaze fixed on Julia's stunned face. "Should I be happy or sad?" Julia asked concern heat on in her voice. Ariana looked at Julia, her eyes searching for answers. "Act like a friend would in this situation of mine," she pleaded. Julia smiled warmly, taking Ariana's hand in hers. "Then I would act like a friend really would," she replied. "You should be celebrating, Ariana, not thinking or making your face as if the whole world is after you. You're pregnant with the child of the handsome billionaire, Mateo Luca-Hendrix. And guess what? He's the only son and only child."

He gave me a new life and a family to call my own. His death changed everything for us… I board our private plane to get to the island. It was a private island and you could assume from its larger landscape whom it belonged to. Yeah right. My car was already there to pick me up by the time I reached. Ariana was the first one to run to squeeze me into a warm hug. She was a 16 years old teenager who saw the world through her pink glasses. She’s the daughter of Jane King, the younger sister of Evan.

Silence. Nevertheless, he was paying attention. I took a trembling breath, allowing my voice to falter just enough. “Royce… I have a daughter. Ariana is her name. She’s only six months old.” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Please,” I muttered. “I just… I have no idea if she’s alright. If she’s crying right now. If she’s hungry… if she’s…” My voice cracked, and this time it wasn’t a performance.

She returned all their greeting with a broad smile that got all the grown-ass men who were present blushing like teenage boys. Arianna Jourdan, the only child and daughter of one of the richest man alive, Mr. Kennedy Jourdan, had the reputation of a kind-hearted, humble and carefree actress and model. Arianna was everyone’s favourite, both that of those who she works with at her modelling and movie industry, and those working for her father.

But my desires were on hold–a secret I had only shared with two people. My baby sister. And my mentor, William McKenna. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” a hand clasped my shoulder and I turned to see the smiling green eyes of William McKenna. “My daughter, Ariana.” “Um, I guess,” I answered, a little flustered. “She has an amazing talent.” “And a brilliant mind,” my mentor nodded proudly. “A real talent for research as well. You two should meet,” his eyes sparkled, his lips curling around the edges as he added, “I think you two would get along nicely.”

The day I told her Kiara and I were done, something in her broke too. She stopped calling. Stopped checking on me. Her last words that day still rang clear in my head…Until you bring back Kiara, don’t call me for anything at all. “I saw her on TV the other day,” my mother went on, her tone softening just a little. “She’s doing well for herself. Very well. That made me proud. Extremely proud.” I swallowed. “And I also made my findings,” she added pointedly, “and I found out she has a daughter. A daughter, Leo. That child could be my grandchild, and I’ve never met her.”

I take a deep breath before we start to step down the stairs. “Everyone we would like to introduce to all of you, our long-lost daughter, Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. The precious treasure no one could ever replace to us with thousands of gold. The little baby we lost 20 years ago is now a stunning young lady that is so amazing in her own ways.” I heard my father said as we descend into the stairs and I heard chatters, clapping, and flashes of cameras everywhere.

Crystal said, causing Ariadne to furrow her brows. "Huh... really?" Zidane was completely surprised to learn this. "This means she is Aron Miller's daughter. Whoa, so you are a heir of Miller Group." Zidane gave Ariadne an accusing look. "You did not tell me a lot of things, Aria. Why didn't you join your father's company?" "I had no interest in business at the time. You know how much I enjoy design." Ariadne replied, explaining her reasons. "Yeah, I know. By the way, you don't intend to leave our company and join Miller Group in the future? Do you?" Zidane teased her.