Carmela Dela Rosa Daughter Novels & Stories

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

"You can sit properly. I'm not going to hurt you." She shifted closer, crossing her legs and facing me. "What's your real name?" "Rose," she said. I turned my head toward her and she looked away. "Camila. My name is Camila." I looked back at the ceiling. "Where are your parents?" "They're dead," she said, her voice dropping to almost nothing. "Gas leak. Two years ago." I closed my eyes for a moment. "Family?" "Just me and my brother Marcos." "How old is he?"

I tell her everything that happened. “She is living with Mabel and Stephen now.” “Stephen?” she repeats. “They got married a few months ago,” I explain. “The ceremony was small, just family and close friends. Rosella moved in with them afterward, I am not in the right condition to keep her so I let them take her.” Lala studies my face carefully. Her eyes soften slightly at my hesitation. “You…you mean…she is my?” I look down at her again. “Rosella is your daughter.”

Rosa asked, touching my hand and putting them in her frail hand, she was smallish in stature, and her hair had turned white but she was still as beautiful as I'd imagined her youth to be. I nodded, “Don't listen to Camille, she’s…” she paused, “very possessive of us, don't take it to heart dear” she finished and I nodded again, but this was more than possessiveness. There was something I was missing, something I'd soon discover about the D’Angelo family. “I wanted to thank you, for saving my daughter’s life” she started again, I smiled at her. “I'm glad I could help Miss Rosa” I replied, she hugged me and clung to me, “Since her mother died..”

"Valicia, so what's yours?" "My name is Carmen." Valicia cocked her head to the side in confusion. Carmen had a feeling that her daughter knew who she was, but was confused about it. "How old are you Valicia?" "I'm seven, my birthday just passed. I wish my mom had been able to be there with me though."

I spun around a few times just to mess with myself, then raised my hands in the air like I was winning at life. After tiring myself out, I stopped and checked out the stuff on his desk. My brow furrowed at a big black notebook. Curiosity won—I flipped it open. Right on the first page: a 2x2 photo of a woman with her full name under it. Credentials and all the details were written below. “Calista Vergara, 27 years old. Daughter of Mathilda Buenavista-Vergara and Javier Vergara. Currently studying Economics at Emerald High.”

“No, it’s someone else. The son, they say, but I haven’t seen him. They recently added Montevez PC into their business.” “I’ve met Sir Deluxe and Ma’am Heart’s kids. The eldest was already a young man when I worked for six months at Macho Café. Remember Julia, the one who auditioned as an artist in TodaMax?” “The one from Mang Gusting who’s arrogant?” “Yes,” Rose laughed in response, “They’re spreading rumors that his child is now an artist, and they’re rich. When she came home, she brought two hundred thousand pesos. The gossip is that a TodaMax producer bought him. The surname is Montesalvo.”

Carmela rounded the corner just as Damion spoke, his tone cold and clipped. “Your daughter is pregnant.” The words hit her like a physical blow, her breath catching in her throat. Her mother’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her chest. “What? Carmela…” She turned to her daughter, her expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment. “I…” Carmela’s voice faltered. “She’s pregnant,” Damion repeated, his tone harsh, “and it’s not mine. I’ve never touched her.” Her father’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. “Carmela, is this true?”

The questions were unrelenting, the curiosity global. Prince Miguel of Vespas, who had spent years in quiet seclusion, emerged with a statement that shook the internet. “Arla-Rosa Hernandez is my daughter. She is the rightful heir to the Vespas lineage. Any claim otherwise is a falsehood, a fabrication by those seeking to manipulate power and perception.”

Carmela murmured, stroking the long hair falling over Elena's shoulder, "From now on, you are Vale." I was shocked, “How could you?” “The person Jaxson wants to marry is your sister, not you.” With that, she signaled her underlings to shove me into a cell and lock the door. Paul clapped his hands anxiously, desperate for a solution. "How could you do this?" Carmela whispered in his ears, “‌The Rourkes are a well-known and influential family in New Valetta, and Jaxson Rourke is the designated heir. If we can bring together him and our daughter, you’ll never have to worry about the future again.”