Romans & histoires Chris Motionless Daughter

Chris waited in the doorway of the room while Lilyana seemed to be talking to her father. "I'm leaving now, Dad. Take care of yourself, you don't have any meetings with your friends, do you?" Gladwin shook his head with a smile. "For now there is none." "Good, then I'll go first, Dad." Still with a smile on his face, he took his daughter to the front porch of the house. "You go first alone, Chris." Lilyana said with a straight face. Of course the sentence from the woman suddenly made Chris frown. "Wh-what do you mean?"

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

he teases lightly, though his expression remains unreadable. Laura rolls her eyes, annoyance bubbling. "Bye. I’ll get back to work now,” she mutters, flagging down a cab before he can stop her. Chris watches her leave, a strange heaviness in his chest. After a few minutes, he slips into his own car. His phone rings. His mother. He hesitates before answering. “Where are you?” she demands the moment he picks up. “I’m out,” he replies evenly. “I just met with Mira’s mother. She’s thrilled that you and Mira are finally tying the knot.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

His mother’s assistant was an angel to be willing to run such petty tasks, but he had other plans for the duffel bag delivery. “Yes, mother. I’ll call Michelle in the morning.” “Good. Now come, I want to introduce you to Felicia” “Who?” “Daughter of the Jacksons, son. Where is your head at?” “Right. It’s nothing, let’s go back” Chris was reluctant to leave the room, but there was no point in waiting there if she was gone. He could always come back later to get her stuff. Soon after they left, a sweet little servant got into the room and began to organize the scattered pieces of clothing and makeup. ‘Her show was amazing, but she is one messy woman!’ thought the oblivious girl. Even her cellp

He asked and he noticed a change of expression on the girl's face. "Chloe?, that's the name of my mother,do you know her?"She asked and Chris beamed. "Yeah,I kinda..she sent me to look for you,are daughter"Chris replied "Really?"She asked. "But I'm not kinda sure, you are daughter though because when she described how her daughter looked like, I'm not sure you are the best description for that"Chris replied. "I'm aren't even the one"She said with her heads down.

"But I can't help you. Veronica made her choice, and she doesn't live here with her family. It's time for you to move on, too." Chris felt a lump form in his throat, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He had been in love with Veronica for years, and the thought of not seeing her was too much to bear. As he turned to leave, Chris overheard a conversation between the man and his daughter, who had just entered the room. They were discussing a vacation they were planning for Veronica's daughter, who had just turned eleven. Chris's ears perked up. He never knew that Veronica had a daughter, and he had never met her. Could this be a way to track Veronica down?

Adele’s Pov Everyone was quiet after Chris finished talking. “Does my- Jason know I am not his daughter?” I asked finally. “No,” Rachel said. “I would like to tell him, but not yet, not while he is going through so much,” I said softly. “I understand.” Chris nodded. “So now we all know the truth, what now? Does it change anything? Because it doesn't for me.” Dan said. “Me too. Adele has always been and is still my daughter.” Chris said.

His green eyes widened simultaneously. What?. Chris?. Lucifer?. “Mom?” he said slowly. The grey hair and green eyes now made sense. “Chris, perfect timing. I want you to meet…” “No,” he cut in. His gaze snapped back to me. “What is she doing here?” “Chris—” “She’s his daughter?” Chris asked, disbelief laced in his voice. “Yes, she's my daughter,” Dad replied. Chris looked me dead in the eyes. “This is a joke, right?” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the room.

"Mum, please help me, I can't stand her. I can only accommodate for the vacation, I will send her back after the holidays. Marvis felt rejected, so she found solitude in the paint. Two days later,..... Hi am Chris. Hello am Marvis Can we be friends? Yes, we can. Chris is 6 years old, he came from a wealthy family. His mother owns the house next to Marvi's grandma's house, she is a supermodel, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is very kind and friendly, she treats Marvis like her own daughter…. She always wanted a daughter she could play dress up with.