David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Viktor’s, facing the crowd of people who came today. I could make out August Halifax’s mop of red hair, stylishly parted to the side. A smile formed on his face as we locked eyes, his Dad standing by his side. I wasn’t surprised to see Annalise Halifax missing, August had her on a tight leash after what had happened. August had kept in touch, giving me detailed updates on everything happening in his Kingdom. He was finally able to take the throne, his Dad proud at his side. “As kindhearted, brave, and strong as her Mother.” Dad continued, making my heart flutter from the praise. “My daughter will usher in a new era as the first Alpha Queen.”

" Killian is still going to pay for what he did to Cleo. She is Ava's Mother ." " We are in no man's territory Mr Rossi can only do so much . " "What do you mean bro?" " Killian sided with Matteo's side of the family . It took a while to figure it out but dad called me ..." "Dan where is my daughter ? " Mr Rossi cleared his throat " At the Rossi villa Cleo . She's fine. So are the twins . " I took a deep breath "Wait how? "

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.

I don't care. Dad came downstairs sooner. He walked into the living room. His eyes landed on Amaya. He furrowed his brows. "Amaya?" He called. Amaya looked at him and gasped. "Mr Rossi, I don't understand. Are you......" I trailed off. I'm confused right now. "How do you know Amaya, Dad?" I asked. "She was the gardener's stepdaughter many years ago. What's his name again? Rodriguez Marco?" He said. Bingo. That's where I knew him from. He looked so familiar. "How is he now?" Dad asked.

“I can't believe that you all could think that a mother's property is hers and that of a mistress. Besides, I already own this company, and I have come to claim it. But since you want the bet, let's get to it.” She glanced at Alessandro. “Take it from here.” Alessandro approached Reign, who was flinching from the memory of Alessandro cutting his fingers. He tried to break out of the grip of the men holding him, but it was impossible. “Are you willing to speak now, Mr. Rossi?” Alessandro demanded with a smile on his face. “You know your daughter would be bullied if you didn't speak up now.” Alessandro used the cutter to lift Reign's face and look into his eyes. “Who is the real legitimate dau