Eddie Guerrero Daughter Novels & Stories

Javier's eyes widened, and he leaned forward, interested. "Giulia? The girl from London? The one who…" "Yes," I interrupted, my voice lower. "The one who disappeared and left me only a letter." I spent a few seconds staring at my cup before continuing. "And I found out that… she had a daughter. Our daughter." The silence that followed was broken only by the distant noise of the street. "Oh my God…" Javier murmured. "So… you're a father?" I nodded slowly, feeling the weight and lightness of that truth at the same time.

Joaquin said seriously. "Hmmm… let me guess her big brown eyes?" Edward stops from walking and gleamed at Joaquin expecting a decent answer. "Her camel toe! And yes of course her big brown eyes! She may be the one you are looking for. She is the daughter of the Pastor. Her name is Guadalupe Purification. She looks so innocent and the name itself sounds immaculate," Joaquin said trying to convince his friend. Edward shook his head and waves his hands across each other as a sign of dispute.

Ed moved, hugging Ruby tighter and preparing a soft landing spot before she crashed. “Esli Ramos. He is listed as the father of two baby girls born in Guadalajara twenty-nine years ago,” Ed said. He didn't hold back, because Ruby had the right to know. Just like him, Ruby was looking for the answer. She had to know, even if it was very painful. “Oh, My God... Why… why him…” Ruby whimpered, then it turned into a scream. But fortunately, it was muffled by Ed’s embrace.

A smile appeared on my lips when I saw the caller ID, Damon. I slide the screen and placed the phone near my ear. "Guillermo. How's my children?" "Your children? No, your daughter only, I'm sorry but your son is no more! And your beloved daughter Lucya is safe." "What you've done to my son?" He shouted through the phone. That man is capable of screaming all the time, the ridiculous man who is always pictured in black hat and a cigar in his hand. Old Mr. Doeven!

I spun around a few times just to mess with myself, then raised my hands in the air like I was winning at life. After tiring myself out, I stopped and checked out the stuff on his desk. My brow furrowed at a big black notebook. Curiosity won—I flipped it open. Right on the first page: a 2x2 photo of a woman with her full name under it. Credentials and all the details were written below. “Calista Vergara, 27 years old. Daughter of Mathilda Buenavista-Vergara and Javier Vergara. Currently studying Economics at Emerald High.”

She pulled a napkin’s box, and handed me two before throwing the box back inside the car. “Eva D’Angelo” she said, extending her hand for me to shake “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

They were furious and shocked—the Beech family was the furious one, of course. Edgar almost exploded on the spot. He wanted to commit murder. Andy was his only son, yet now he'd discovered they weren't even related. Renee was covered in bruises. Her hair was messy, and her makeup was smeared. She looked nothing like her usual put-together self. She was panicked and flustered as she begged Edgar. "I know I made a mistake, honey! I know I was wrong! But Annie really is your daughter…" She sobbed.

"I hope you learnt your lesson. Now, who's Sue?" "Holly's daughter." He replies simply, wincing in pain from expanding his lips and every part of his body as he tries to sit up. "Holly's daughter? Did she have a child for another man? That whore." "No you idiot. It's your child. She found her." Edward stands stock still for a full minute, processing the information he just heard. She is his daughter. His daughter is that beautiful and he just caused his daughter tears. He walks back to his seat and has a seat. "When?"

“And the best part was that they are related by blood.” Dante’s glass froze halfway to his lips. He set it down slowly, his gaze still fixated on me. He couldn't believe this was real. “You better be damn sure about this. How is that even possible?” I laughed. “I wish it was a joke, Dante; I heard this straight from the horse’s mouth.” Dante breathed out, shaking his head slightly as if trying to make sense of it all. “So your stepdaughter Jade shot Eduardo, leaving him a vegetable, and now she’s in love with Jackson—Eduardo’s son?” He is filled with disbelief. I don't blame him; this was how I felt when I found out.

She walked fully into the room and dropped the tray on the table before looking from Giovanni to me. “say something,” she urged. “It was just something you should know before marriage. It isn't something serious.” Giovanni said and I nodded but I saw the look on Grace's face. She was not buying it. “I want to know now,” she said. “Grace, there is still time, you can get to know later,” Giovanni tried again while I sat there, not knowing what to say. I wanted her to know but not like this. “I heard Edward. That is my father's name. My father's name is Edward and I heard you say his daughter. What is it with my dad?” She asked and I looked at Giovanni for help.