Dimitrescu Daughters Novels & Stories

she said, eyed Cassandra, and started leaving the dining. The girls remained quiet, watching her as she sashayed away, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. Once she was out of the door, the hush became interrupted by the murmur of the girls. "Before you ask, that was Dimitra Alonso, she and Eros go way back," Lucia said as they sat down. "So?" "So, we heard that their fathers were friends before they died and Dimitra and Eros grew up together. It is still baffling that they weren't betrothed when they were younger. Dimitra hopes Eros would marry her someday."

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

I sound exasperated, but the old man doesn't care enough to stop whatever he's about to say. “I've found a matching DNA to Dimitri's.” My jaw drops, and excitement bubbles inside me. Laura's looking at us in confusion, but I make a mental note to explain things to her later. “You did? Does that mean Bodgan and the team brought new samples?” “Not at all, Shark. I got a sample here.” My brows furrow, “Well then, whose DNA matches Dimitri's?” Ilya points toward the bed and answers with certainty. “Laura. She's Dimitri's daughter.”

“You didn’t come all this way just for a sunset.” Dimitry leaned against the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon. “No. I didn’t.” Roman waited. “We’re still looking for her,” Dimitry said eventually. “Our sister. She was just a baby when she disappeared.” Roman glanced at him. “Disappeared?” Dimitry nodded once. “She was pregnant,” “Full term. Due any day.” Roman’s brow furrowed. “It was her third child. A girl,” Dimitry added. “We all knew. We were… excited, actually. It had been a long time since anyone in the family had looked forward to something. Viktor was thrilled. My father couldn’t stop talking about her.”

I questioned as she turned around slowly, walking towards me. She rubbed my cheeks gently, like she was trying to pet me before saying anything to me. “I don't care if anything is going on, nor do I know if anything is going on. But Dimitri, I don't think Dimitri sees you as his sister, and I don't want that. The minute I know he sees you more than his sister, I'm getting you out of this house for good. He is not worth it at all. He is not worth my daughter,” she said and turned around to leave.

They looked almost my Mira's age, human age I mean. " Hi! " the one supporting the other boy waved at me. I smiled at him sheepishly as the other one, who was kind of drooling tried to acknowledge my presence as well. I smiled and nodded at him. " That's Kian and Xen, Mamma. You know, they are from Chemora as well. Why did you not tell me anything? Mamma? Why did you not talk about this place before? " How was I to explain to my sweet little daughter the despicable truth behind her birth? Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia.

He snorted. “Your to-be mate is right beside you. Who is it you are looking for?” Dimitry caught on my wandering gaze and questioned inquisitively. Esme frowned. I shot him a stern glare in response. “No one,” I replied, a slight grind to my words. “How are you? How did the meetings go?” Mom questioned. His smirk melted into a soft smile as he turned to face my mother. Mom gave him a plate as well. “The meetings went great, mother Luna. From North Aisle to South valley, Nightshades’s reign run supreme,” he answered proudly. My mom smiled in response.

Burning money, we didn't have. My mother began draping her hand over his wide-set shoulders, patting his back, trying to soothe down his temper. "Eaton, my dear. Rethink this, please? She is useful to us, she helps us with Evan." How, my own mother seemed so detached when speaking of her only daughter, did its best to sting. I was no more than a mistake now, in her eyes. Something that she did and unfortunately, now could never get rid of.

Damien still holding my phone, while I still try to get away from these two evil minds. What did dad do to have such horrible boys?! Pushing me inside the limo with full force, Damien threw my phone at me, "here, call your friend, what's her name again?" he said, making it a little less hell for me, for at least letting me ask my friend for help, "it's Nicole! -- where are we going anyway?" I reminded him. "We are going to a party," Damien said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey in the limo, which I hate because alcohol usually makes both of them twice an asshole.