David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

Papers fluttered out, photographs spilling onto the surface like pieces of a shattered truth. "My daughter is Anastasia Russo, and I have the proof to back it up," Rossie said, her voice steady but laced with the kind of quiet fury that matched my grandfather’s. I stepped forward instinctively, my hands clenched into fists, ready to drag her out of here. She had no right to come in here, stirring up everything we had worked to rebuild. My family—my life—was on the line, and I was ready to shut it all down. But before I could reach her, Rossie spoke again, her voice ringing out with a clarity that made everyone in the room stop and listen.

"She understood the opportunity. She wanted this alliance." My throat tightened. Liar. "She came to me herself," Father continued, "and told me she was ready to be Don Moretti's wife. I was so proud of her maturity. Her wisdom." Rossi smiled. "A daughter who understands duty. You raised her well, Dario." "I gave her a choice," Father said firmly. "And she made the right one. That's the kind of woman she is." I stared at the Persian rug, counting the red threads.

The urgency of being free from eyes watching her every movement and having her alone time make her want to do rebellious things by defying her father. She is absolutely grateful to have such a loving and concerned father but to have her watched by bodyguards 24/7 for her so called safety sometimes is too much for her to tolerate.It bothers her that It's always other unknown people around her,her father being absent most of the time for business purposes. Being the only daughter to Billionaire businessman Richard smith has Its own perks. It was already hard and lonely for her to be grown up without a mother,but as days passes by her dad becomes busier with his work,probably even forgetting

Because even if I don't have proof, I know that beast was responsible for the accident that not only killed Elisabetta, but caused me so much pain. “Rossi.” The name echoed in my lonely cabin as I said his name. He ruined Elisabetta. He destroyed my life. And now… Now I know he took my daughter, and raised her without telling her the truth. I don't care if he fathered her biologically. For what? To possess her like he did Elisabetta? To manipulate her like a pawn in whatever twisted game he wants? I sat on the edge of my bed, running a hand over my face. My heart was aching with anger.

My heart pounded against my ribs, fueled by my burning curiosity. I slipped out of the bedroom and moved down the hallway silently. I was good at being a ghost in this house. I didn't go into the living room; instead, I hovered just around the corner, my back pressed against the cold wallpaper, holding my breath and straining to catch every syllable. "Speak," I heard Raffaele command. The sound of ice being added to a glass echoed through the room. "Her name is Claudia Rossi," David began. "She’s fifty-two years old. She lives in the same district, barely fifteen minutes away from Stefano’s estate. She’s been living there for over a decade under that name."

“This my daughter, Sasha.” The table goes quiet, and I don't know if it's a good or bad thing, I just sit here stiff as a board while mother brushes her fingers over my back. “I'm confused,” Mrs Artellio frowns. I've got the dirt on all these women, requested by father but the files remain in my possession. “Is that not a boy's name? I think my cousin has a son by that name.” “It's Alessandra,” Mrs Rossi says, she's Renata's mother and the only one at this table with a clean record.

she sobbed into him, her tiny fists thudding weakly against his chest as he tried to calm her down with gentle hushes. Mia was still at loss, trying to make out who exactly was the child that made Leonardo Morano so soft and gentle towards her. Antonio Rossini rushed in looking displaced, his eyes immediately lit up as he saw the girl in Leonardo’s arms. “I apologise Young Boss, Alessia get down let’s go home” Mia's eyes widened in realization, all these while Leonardo had been living with the Rossinis' and this girl was the infamous Alessia Rossini, the pearl and only daughter of the Rossinis'.

"Mhmm my father, mother, an elder brother who is e neurosurgeon...., my elder sister, Rosaline Hamilton is a top model and then there is me Elle ...the youngest one..a veteran.." "Hamilton......you are David's daughter?" He asked amazed. "Yaa...you know my dad?" She asked now afraid of presenting herself in such a way in front of her father's associate. She was again going to tarnish their family name she thought. "David and I go back to college days...but recently he has been so busy that he doesn't have time for me! Tell him I am angry with him!" She nodded with a small smile and saw the hospital approach.

"Oh, right. Have you looked into her background?" "I did, and nothing seems suspicious." Yvonne stood up, dusting her hands before crossing her arms, her expression serious as she recalled the information she had gathered. "Her name is Rosalie James, third daughter of Kurtis James and Tessa Marina Hart. They live on the northern outskirts of the city with a clean record, no history of infractions or criminal activity."

I'm not sure how much of our conversation she overheard, but she asks her father what he's doing here, so I presume that she heard next to nothing, which I'm weirdly thankful for. I'd hate for our wedding to be ruined by her father's rudeness only a few nights before the big day. "Just talking to Luca, ensuring he's looking after my little girl," Rossi lies like a snake. The pulse in his neck accelerates, and his jaw muscle ticks. Emma leans into my hold, so I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. And then I kiss her neck, smiling at Rossi with the knowledge that seeing his daughter in this position beneath me might grate on a nerve he doesn't like to show.