Dimitrescu Daughters Novels & Stories

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

She wanted to smack him in the head but instead chose to avert her gaze for her own sanity. "She is well versed in all the household chores. She will be a great match to commander Elijah," Silver stone's alpha, Dimitri, gushed about his daughter with a pride-puffed chest. Currently, they were sitting at the dining table. Elijah and Amira, Dimitri were sitting on one side, and across from them were Cyrus, Sabrina, and Luna. The King was sitting in the head seat.

He had comforted her throughout her suffering and helped her throughout the darkest parts of it. "According to our contacts, Lord Salvatore Camberia hired bounty hunters to find your daughter," Lord Apollo Devereux, Lord Hyperion's heir and eldest son, addressed Dimitri. Dimitri, who was sitting at the table with Caleb and Orion, took a sip of his alcohol. Caleb didn't miss the quick exchange between father and son as their eyes locked. Dimitri's focus was once again on Lord Hyperion and his sons. "We need to find her before they do," Dimitri told them calmly. "Have you sent out your private investigators to tail her?"

"What do you expect from an Insecure woman? She doesn't want to be controlled, doesn't want her weakness to be exploited," "She'd be an easy kill. I wonder why no one has." Dimitri said and poured himself another drink. "I heard that the first daughter of Griffith wanted to have her killed. The King executed her." "Damn, that was quite an outrageous decision." "She's just like her father," Dimitri chuckled. "Stone hearted and emotionless." "She's the daughter of who?" "Alpha Caden. She's the first daughter of Alpha Caden." "What? I thought she was dead?"

Drkov, and he looked at Daisy again and observed her. Being stared at like that, Daisy didn't feel stressed, her face still looked calm as if nothing had happened. Mr. Drkov's eyes flashed with interest, and after a while, he said: “Good." “Thank you for praising my daughter but she still has many shortcomings. How dare we let you praise like that.” Mr. Hubert heard the compliment from Mr. Drkov, he immediately opened his mouth to speak. Mr. Drkov asked again: “I heard you have two daughters, one is the daughter of your official wife, and the other is an illegitimate daughter. So, who's the girl in front of me?"

Ariel's hand settled on her head, fingers threading through fiery red curls. Dimitri went very, very still beside me. Ariel didn't look at us. "Baby, go pack your things. We're leaving." The girl, peeked up at me with wide icy blue eyes. The same shade as Dimitri's. To be honest, she bore little resemblance to Ariel, but the way she looked up at her, yes they were definitely mother and child. I couldn't breathe. I tried to find the words to say, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't know she had a daughter, Dimitri's reports didn't mention that.

~ DIMITRI ~ If looks could kill, Luca, Dimitri's father, would have turned to ashes but he matched Dimitri's open aggressiveness with one of his own glares. “What are you doing here?” He hissed. Luca grinned, drawing his wife closer to him by the waist. “Nothing really. Just passed by and I decided to greet my beloved son.” Dimitri's gaze shifted to his stepmother whose blue-green eyes are fixed on him with distaste. “And her?”

However, who surprised me was Dimitri who cupped her cheeks and made her look him in the eye. “You are my son’s wife and daughter, an Ivanov. You will do what you see right and will know that you have your family standing by your side” Dimitri said keeping his eyes on hers. Mom looped her arm with mine and laid her head on my bicep, watching as Dimitri spoke to Kiara “whatever it is they tell you. No matter who they claim is your father or mother, you do NOT belong to them as a family member. You are my family, my daughter, Mia’s daughter, Grace, Madeline, Claudia, Adrian, and Vladimir’s sister, Nikolay’s wife, and the mother of my grandchildren. And I will not allow you to forget that for a

Simply looking at these flowers will uplift your spirits and send you good energy from another plane of existence. Which I believed is partly true. But who is she? "His daughter." I jumped back and abruptly turned around to face him, Cleo. His right hand is occupied with a pink hyacinth bouquet. "It's her favorite." he suddenly muttered. "A pink hyacinth." So, Celine is Dimitri's daughter. My eyes lifted at the tombstone. Dimitri seems lost from the past he had been holding up for years. Is that why he buried her a few meters away from the mansion?