Carmela Dela Rosa Daughter Novels & Stories

"Cynthia... it's good to see you again." I didn't look back. I was scared. But when Dad called my name, I had no choice but to stand up and face them. "This is my only daughter, Thaliana Tangi Dela Vezca." I put on a smile when I saw Royce and Cynthia Valleje. I kissed both of their cheeks. "Oh, you are so beautiful, hija. That's why your father hides you! Few people know that George Dela Vezca has a daughter; most think he only has sons!"

Celeste sincerely revealed her feelings. Carlo lets out a deep sigh afterwards. His daughter is one hell of a strong, independent woman, and he can confidently say that she got all those traits from her mother, who sadly passed away when Celeste was just eight years old... "If that's what you want, go ahead and spread your wings. Just always remember that I'll always be here for you, and I will be waiting for you once you're ready to come back home." Carlo finally gave his permission to his daughter.

I said as Rose looks out of the window and my brother Rafael look at us from the review mirror. “Carol Stanley is my name. Why are you doing this?” Carol said as I smile and look at her. “Hmnn let’s just say… we are doing this for those people to stop harming people just for their greed.” I said and then Rose suddenly looks at Carol. “Carol Stanley, the pretty face and sexy figure of the modeling industry. Daughter of a business tycoon and a certified doctor, both son and daughter went against their parents and follow a career their parents are against. Very much like me huh.” Rose said as she smiles.

"Though I took you to good schools, I would always drive by in my car and park by the gate just so I could see how you have grown. I knew you suffered a lot though I never appeared and it must have hurt to which I apologize, when you and Kenneth started to get close, I began preparing cause I was so sure that one day we would meet " He took a sip on his now warm coffee and lowered his eyes " I haven't been a good father figure to you and I can't make time go back but just know that I will love you, the world may calk you names when they find out about you but I don't care you're my beautiful heiress. I love you so much Rose though it may sound strange to your ears while coming from me. Am so

“Hectic as hell. Thankfully my brother was here to handle the bulk of the shitstorm which was brewing leading up to the funeral.” “How’s your daughter?” “She’s strong,” Carma said biting her lower lip. “I wish she didn’t have to be but the number of women coming out of the woodwork over the last little while, she’s been given no choice. There is a rumor he may have another child, and my daughter has a little sister out there.” “Oh gosh, what will you do?”

she added, her tone softer now, "but that's all I can give for now." Her words hung in the air, and I could feel my pulse quicken. My throat went dry, but I forced myself to stay calm. Whatever she was about to reveal, I needed to hear it. I couldn't afford to let my emotions show. Not now. She looked me straight in the eyes, her gaze steady but unreadable. "You cannot know about Carmen, my real daughter, for now. There are…reasons. But one thing I need you to understand is that the Dela Cruz family is at a point of desperation."

It wasn't a question, but Catalina nodded anyway. "I'm Carmen." The woman's smile was tired. "My daughter was in the Bogotá facility. They took her three years ago. Said she was special, that they needed to run tests." Her voice cracked slightly. "I haven't seen her since." "I'm sorry," Catalina said, because what else could she say?

My daughter also had his eyes those misty forest green eyes. Now I go by the Carlotta Garcia. Well that is middle name. So no more Amelia Cruz, that girl is dead.

Call you on the way home. “It’s Princess Carol, Queen Camilia’s daughter. She and I are officially an item,” I tell the car to many congratulations and smiles. Well, that was easy, but I don’t think what comes next will be.

In that embrace, a moment of connection solidified their bond, as Carmela hoped to instill in Clarissa the understanding that true beauty came from within and that she would always be cherished just as she was. Carmela couldn’t help but notice the pure joy sparkling in Clarissa’s eyes, a sight that filled her with warmth and relief. It was a blessing that their daughter had inherited the best traits from both her mother and father, showcasing the beauty that blossomed from their love. In that moment, Carmela felt a sense of pride; no one could ever guess that Clarissa was the child of Nestor. The dark memories of her former husband, a man who had lost his sanity and ultimately succumbed to a