Novel & Cerita Eddie Guerrero Daughter

The voice was familiar and this made her leave the room to see whom it was. "Andreaaaa!!!!" Mrs Eduardo screamed as she saw her. Andrea smiled. Finally, she was back from her journey. The only woman who seemed to accept her in the house, that was after Xyrielle ofcourse. "Mt daughter in-law who's now an accidental celebrity" Mrs Eduardo added, stretching out her hands at her for a hug. Andrea only smiled. She didn't care about those things anymore. Not even her acting career or others. She was more keen on escaping the new hell she was in, more keen on funding her mother's medical expenses.

No wonder, Thunder also looks professional. "And our daughter, Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer will finally get engaged soon. This would continue our partnership not only as business partners but also as a family." My world suddenly stopped when I heard what Dad said. I don't know if I'm hallucinating things out but I really heard it as clear as rain waters. I was like poured by a dam of cold water which made my entire body freeze. I felt like I was about to faint. I can't move. I can't breathe. I can hear nothing but the crowds' cheers and claps. Congratulations and greetings. Murmurs and laughs. I was rooted in my direction, still unable to move enduring the heavy feeling inside me.

Edwardo said and bent to kiss her forehead. This made Ivy swallow as she got to know Edwardo was a single Dad. She concluded that it wasn't going to be easy if Eduardo eventually gets to accept her as it clearly showed on his daughter's face that she doesn't like her. "I hope she isn't going to get anything to do with me, she looks so miserable," Ivy said and Edwardo's eyes widened. "Stop it, Ivy, she can hear you… who's teaching you to say all this?" Edwardo asked Ivy. Ivy rolled her eyes and poured her lips.

Tiana announced while Shania had a re-think about what Tiana had just said. “W-who..? Wait, are you talking about that lowlife-” “She’s not longer a lowlife, She’s the only daughter of Guevara. Camille Sylvia Guevara,” Diego jumped in cutting off what his mother was saying, he came down form where he stood and joined them on the couch. Shania gasped, “H-how, how did she get to the Guevara’s? How!” The poor woman wondered refusing to believe what she has just been told.

“I'm not getting rid of her, not yet.” “What are you up to, Kila?” “Nothing that'll affect you in the long run.” “Who is that child?” “The daughter of an acquaintance.” “Wrap up your games, kid. Guerrero struck again, Castillo's dead.” I pretend to be shocked, “When was this?” “His body or parts of it turned up days ago.” “You're sure it's Guerrero?” “They sent us his entrails through a fucking FedEx package.” “Fuck.” “Castillo was my eyes and he illuminated me on some problems we’ve been having before Guerrero took him.”

Not really. There were a few of Edwardo’s family he had a feeling he’d get along with wonderfully, judging only from their short interviews. One was a little girl, who couldn’t have been much more than five years old. She apparently loved whatever pictures they showed her, and was asking things like how Michael got so good at makeup, and if he painted his nails himself, and if she asked really nicely if he would paint her nails so she could be pretty too.

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.

“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.

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.