Erin Moriarty Parents Novels & Stories

Desperate for the survival of their only child, her parents had no option but to accept the money which had a huge amount of interest which had kept on accumulating through the years. “I thought he had forgotten about the money. He has never reminded me of the money except for a few occasions which I believe he wasn't so serious about. I don’t know why he came up with such an evil idea to get my daughter married to his monster of a son” Mr Morris complained bitterly. “I have a suggestion,” he heard his wife speak. They turned to look at her curiously. “Why don’t we tell him that Alex is already engaged and she will be getting married soon?” She asked.

Instead, something else had happened. "Do you know your parents' names?" he asked. "Are you going to help me find my mom and dad?" Charlotte's eyes lit up. "My dad's name is Isaac Moore, and my mom's name is Grace Quinn!" Her voice rang with hope. Dominic did not know how to answer. Even if he took her there, it would only be for a farewell. He fell silent for a moment before asking, "Once you find your parents, what do you want to do the most?"

Rosa glances over my shoulder, her gaze darting to Aurora, who lingers just behind me, silent and pale. “I have no idea,” Rosa says coolly, folding her arms. “Maybe you should ask her.” I let out a harsh breath and turn to look at Aurora. She’s just as confused as I am, fear and shock plain on her face. She doesn’t know any more than I do. “Who’s her father?” I demand, my tone leaving no room for argument. Rosa straightens, jaw set. “You know who her father is. Alpha Samuel. He died, or have you forgotten?”

Three days and three nights passed like this. CRASH! The bedroom door was thrown open. Dante's parents stormed in. Vincenzo Moretti, the former Don of the family, still radiated authority even in retirement. When he saw his son, his expression shifted from anger to shock. Dante was kneeling by the bed, surrounded by a sea of paper scraps. His hair was a mess, his eyes were sunken, and he was rail-thin. But he was still focused on the fragments, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold them.

My brother's face went instantly pale. "So… the blood she vomited wasn't a prop…" My mother lunged toward me, clutching my hand tightly. "Lily… why did you become a clinical trial volunteer? If you hadn't—" "If I hadn't gone, how would the family's debt have been paid?" I cut her off, bitterness sharp in my voice.

" This question was one of the numerous questions that she dreaded the most. She was clueless about who the father of her son was, she didn't even know what he looked like. The only memory that she had of him was his cologne which seemed powerful to her nostrils that night. Well, who was to blame in such a situation? Herself or the stranger? It wasn't the stranger, everything was her fault. Her fault for entering the wrong room, her fault for not going against the self-desired sex, and her fault for not checking properly despite having the urges that he smelt different from Jade. Everything was her fault but now the pending question was, What answer would she give Tom if he had to ask after

His frown grew as he opened the little file that had her name on it,it was exactly the same as his secretary's own, except this time her blood group and type was there, something about her parents, Mr and Mrs Payton,she had kept her parents name even though they were the ones who put her up for adoption, Dominco was furious that her parents had left her,and he was glad Mathew took his time to get some information on them. Scrolling fast to the last part of the page where her parents' names were mentioned again,they were both working in the same organization and they had been in an accident that took Mr Payton's life immediately and Mrs Payton went into a coma that killed her three months lat

She was too soft, too easily frightened. I exhaled, regaining control. I had another card to play. “And what about your mommy?” I asked in a low, probing tone. “We won’t tell you anything about our mommy, Kristie,” Denzel interrupted before Diamond could utter a word. His voice was firm, protective. “She is nothing like you, and no, Mr. Gray can never marry someone like you.” Dylan nodded, shooting me a look of pure disdain. “And we don’t trust you.”

They didn't deny it, and that tells me enough. My mother exhales slowly. “Mara,” she begins, her voice calm but firm, “you just told us you’re pregnant.” “I know.” “You’re not married.” “I know.” “You’re living in a house that’s already too small.” I hesitate, my defensiveness faltering for a fraction of a second. “…we’re working on that.” “With a man we don’t fully understand,” my father adds, stepping away from the window. I look right at him. “You don’t have to understand him,” I say firmly. “You just have to trust me.”

Anthony Moriarty might have been ruthless and impartial in the courtroom, but at home, Angela was the one in charge—and he wouldn’t have it any other way. She knew everything about him. His past, his ambitions, and the justice he was fighting for. She had always known about his beloved aunt, the woman he had dedicated his life to avenging. And from the very beginning, she had stood by his side, using her connections and influence to help him climb the political ranks and secure his place in the government. Vincent Stephenson Moriarty was the older brother of Valentina, Marcus Bartz’s late wife. However, due to his reckless lifestyle, he had spent most of his years living in the United States