Eddie Guerrero Daughter Novels & Stories

Eden hugged him again tightly, feeling like she was on top of the world when she heard clapping. She pulled away from the hug and turned around to see Chester, Betty and Theo were clapping. The house staff was present too and all of them were clapping along. Betty walked forward and hugged Eden tightly. "I'm so happy," she whispered in Eden's ear as her voice cracked with tears of happiness. Eden hugged her tightly for a long time and Chester walked over to place his hand over Eden's head and said, "You're truly our daughter now, Eden."

Dax said passionately. Eddie eyed the good looking hot shit attorney in the Armani suit. “And what do you know of my daughter?” “I never met Beverly personally, but my father has,” Dax answered. “We’ve had several brief exchanges in the past,” Jackson said. “She knows nothing about us being here.” Eddie nodded and looked at Jackson. “When was the last time you saw her?” “Last week. She’s fine. We had only exchanged a brief hello, but she seemed . . . content,” Jackson answered.

Edwin gave her a friendly smile. "Godfather." Jennelyn said softly. "Godfather?" Edwin repeated what she called him. "I'm Jennifer Garcia, your godchild." Jennelyn shyly introduced herself to Edwin. Dexter just stayed where he was and carefully watched the three of them. "Is that you?" Edwin's voice was full of eagerness and he approached the woman. "You're a young woman and you've changed so much that I didn't recognize you." He tearfully hugged her and showed how happy he was to see her again.

Eddy said, indirectly jabbing his daughter. "Oh, and that is your sister too," Eddy said, pointing to the television after the camera fell on June, who was seated in a front-row seat. "The one who has suffered your constant abuse and curses despite being older than you. The last time she brought in a guy called George just to show you that she was capable of getting a man too. But where did that end? The man is gone with the wind because he is not genuine. But I'm glad my daughter didn't push further with him and stopped him in time before things got out of hand," he added.

Clearing my throat, I rang the doorbell. Eduardo opened up at the third ring. On seeing me and Olivia, he frowned. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Hello to you too, Eduardo,” I said. “I'm here with the gift I told you about.” “Mummy, who is this?” Olivia asked, and I smiled. “Baby girl, he is your father.” Olivia's eyes widened while Eduardo bunched his hands into fists, eyes darkening in anger. “What are you on about?” He snarled. “Take your daughter and get yourself out of this place.”

Like his father, women loved him. But deep in his heart there was a wound that could not be healed. He was broken by a woman. The woman he intended to take his hands on and slowly destroy until she crawled to his feet and begged for mercy. He wanted revenge. Eduardo and Camila also had a daughter, Luciana. She was twenty-two years old and started a career as a model. She lived in California. Eduardo was a little upset that his little girl had chosen a modeling career, after all, he, better than anyone, knew what this glamorous life was like, and especially, he knew how such women lived surrounded by men, all wanting to devour them.

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

She had long grown weary of such things and wanted to live her life in peace. Most people around here knew Eddie’s name but not his face. Introducing himself by his first name only didn’t cause any problems and he knew this. “I’m Edward and this is our daughter Aria.” Betty smiled down at her as she readjusted the strap on her camera bag. “Aww, she’s adorable! Looks just like her mother.” “That she does. They’re the most beautiful women in the world,” he said proudly. Angelina found herself blushing though compliments on her looks had been meaningless to her for years. How was it any different when Eddie said it? Because she was flustered her only defense was sarcasm.

Francisco: I didn’t agree with them, but even I held my temper to not shoot them. Francisco: You are ruining my plans! Francisco: Fūcking hell! Look what you did! Now there is a price on my daughter’s head. I didn’t even read further. What fūcking price? I took a deep breath and dialed Edgardo’s number. I didn’t give a shīt how late it was. I needed answers and this was the quickest way. “Capo?” He answered in a groggy voice on the second ring.

I told him. Both look at each other. "Oha…ky," Edwardo trailed off. "You need us here." Marcus said. "When I point my gun at her. I don't wanna give her an opportunity to blackmail me." I told them. "What am I missing?" Marcus snorted. "Kevin is your son?" Edwardo asked with a little shock and he hid it behind a scowl. "You know him?" Marcus spun to him, eagerness danced in his eyes. "Yes, Step… she let a three-year-old boy play with me. She always kept him next to her and her mother. I always thought she was her daughter." Edwardo said.