David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

The kind that says they know something I don’t. “You don’t know?” Alexandro says. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking,” I snap. “Talk.” Leo sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. “Gianna Rossi. Ran from her family twenty-five years ago. Married a soldier named Romano. Had a kid. Then she died. Car crash, supposedly. Rossi’s been looking for her since. Word is, they just found out Gianna had a daughter before she died.” Daughter. “Odessa,” I say. Not a question.

She was now sitting on her bed, half awake, half asleep. "You are good for nothing!" Margott scolded her daughter. "You can't even do one thing and there, that bustard child of Jessica has hit the jackpot!" "What do you mean?" Alice frowned. "That woman used to be the personal maid of the maiden Anastasia. A few months ago, when Harper Evans faced a huge loss in business, he accepted the offer to send his daughter to the Rossi palace to marry Alexander Rossi." Alice was more confused. "How does it connect Chloe to all this?"

She didn’t say she was my friend, nor did she mention her surname… Doesn’t she want to boast about her status? “Oh my goddess! Kataleya Rossi right?! I’ve seen you on your sister’s social media page! Oh, I’m such a big fan of you guys! I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you. Can I get a picture with you?” The fuck? My eyes simmer with irritation as Luis pales. Clearly, he hasn’t told his daughter about how I hate the Rossis… yet he must also be confused that I have a Rossi here… I’ll figure that shit out later.

Rossi now answers, you too a bitch and also a daughter of a bitch, did Lionel fear? Open the gate someone you can devore has come, I am Rossi the very untrained daughter of my parents, yes I have come here to display my lack of home training and my slot work, in your compound today, I am not you the fearful noise maker, who has been moving about spreading fake news about me, spoiling my name up and down, I have come to tell it all to your dirty filthy face, that the battle line you have drawn, even me is ready for the war.

“Even more beautiful than any professional makeup artist.” Rossa did not answer. She only looked at her daughter. And felt something in her chest slowly shatter. Livia… was Robert’s daughter. But why… could that man be so cruel? Treating his own daughter… as if she had no worth.

Something big. Sergio's deep voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to see him holding their one-year-and-six-month-old daughter, Cielo, in his arms. The little girl was fascinated with her father's hair, playfully tousling it, and giggled uncontrollably as Sergio lifted her, planting kisses all over her face. "They're so adorable," Lucretia whispered behind Rosana, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back tears. "Come here, don't cry," Rosana said, turning back to her. She then opened her arms and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Everything is going to be alright,"

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

She was, after all, Alejandro Lucas De Rossi’s daughter—an heir whose fire already mirrored her father’s infamous steel. Alejandro raised his glass slowly, swirling the deep red wine as if nothing in the world could ruffle him. But his dark eyes never left his daughter. Alerina, for her part, didn’t flinch. She sat up straighter, her apple juice glass trembling slightly in her small hands, but her gaze was sharp and unyielding. Inside her head, though, her thoughts raced. I can’t let him corner me. He always makes me look like a child, but tonight I’ll prove I’m not. Dada thinks he’s untouchable—but no one is untouchable. Even him.

Matteo and Elena stood on either side of me at the top of the wide staircase with a smile plastered on their faces. Everything was happening way too fast. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming on such short notice. Twenty-six years ago we lost our daughter whom many of you knew as our little star. Today, she has come home. Please welcome my daughter, Clover Eleanor Rossi, heir to the Rossi Empire.” Applause rolled over me like thunder. I clutched the banister, my knees weak. Elena squeezed my hand once before letting go. After the introduction, people approached at my side in waves and I continouly shook hands, and murmured “thank you” every passing minute.