Erin Moriarty Parents Novels & Stories

“Well, that's why we're married. Duh.” We both laughed, and then I remembered what she talked about yesterday. “About your parents…” I started. “What were you able to find out?” She went silent for a while, as if she didn't want to remember it. But then again, who’d want to remember that? Then she spoke. “I met Nun Charlotte last night, and she told me everything she knew about me and my origins. According to her, my parents were killed in a dockyard accident…” “And Mr. Santini?”

I sob into his chest, holding on to his body for dear life. The children surround me and their father, hugging us, trying to give me their strength even though they are grieving. I feel a sudden rush of wind as one of the children leaves the huddle, Morrigan. She always smelled of sweet peas to us, our little sweet pea, our little angel from King Conri and Queen Amelie. Winnie had told us what had occurred in Eglarest, finding out who Morrigan’s biological parents were. I had a feeling Morrigan was their child, but I couldn’t have said for sure after the rumors that had spread.

I asked him. "Her name is Emily Wright. Father, Edwin Wright, and mother, Amber Wright. Both of her parents were Detectives in London and died in a car crash Five years ago." 'Amber Wright and Edwin Wright. Where did I hear these names before?' I tried to remember where I heard those names but couldn't point them out. "What is she doing here if she is from London?" Omar asked Rudy. "She is a marketing manager in an MNC company and was sent here to meet a client." Rudy explained about her job but I still have some doubts.

“Who are your parents?” Xavier blinks at the sudden shift in my tone, then exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Adoptive parents,” he mutters. “Who are they, Xavier?” He hesitates again, but this time, something flickers behind his gaze. “Robert and Eleanor Whitmore.” My entire body locks up as the name slams into me, a realization so sharp and fast that I feel winded, my pulse roaring in my ears. Robert and Eleanor Whitmore are the directors of an AOB school my father owns.

I leaned back, arms folded, pretending disinterest even as my pulse kicked faster. “Well?” Gemma hesitated. That alone told me this wasn't going to be good. “ I went back through Old Golden Valley records,” she began, voice careful. “ Birth registries, Marriage contracts, land transactions. Everything tied to Morrin's family. Ivy’s father checked out. Solid Beta Bloodline, served loyalty. But her mother…” She opened the folder, fanning out pages. “Her mother’s past not clean.” I didn't move, though every muscle in my body coiled tight.

If it weren't for the kindness Curtis had shown Margot by taking her in as a child, he would have knocked Curtis down on the spot. Not concealing his identity, Calvin said, "I am Calvin Morris, from the Morrises of Emeria, the eldest son of Frederick Morris. Is my family background good enough for me to bring Margot home with me so that she can have a good life? Curtis fell silent.

Joan smiled and patted Sabrina's hand, teasingly saying, "Your information is too outdated. You don't even know such a big thing. How can you thrive in the CEO's office in the future?" Sabrina quickly grabbed Joan's sleeve, acting cute and pleading, "Joan, just give me some inside information. I'm dying of curiosity." Joan then lowered her voice and spoke mysteriously, "Mr. Moriarty and our chairman's daughter have known each other since childhood. According to those rumors, Mr. Moriarty proposed to Miss Ortega five years ago. But Miss Ortega was so focused on her studies at the time that she refused him. This caused some estrangement between them, and they had no contact for five years. How

She has suffered enough. “Just as you know, the Giovanni family is in trouble because of Monte.” I nodded. That wasn't any news. “But, just as the Giovanni family is facing problems currently, the Morrieti’s are also facing issues.” “What do you mean by that?” I hadn't heard about them facing anything and if they were, how was I even supposed to know. We don't know who Neveah's parents are yet. I wouldn't have imagined that it was Morrieti’s. Nathan had investigated a lot and nothing in his investigation said something about these people getting involved with the Giovanni's.

he replied. She chuckled. "Still as dramatic as ever." "I prefer the term alive," he said flatly. "What do you want?" "I want an alliance," she said smoothly. He raised a brow. "From a Morano?" Her smile darkened. "Correction, I'm not a Morano. I was a pawn, a mistake raised by a man who wasn't even my father. My mother birthed Morano — The late Mafia lord. That makes me the forgotten daughter, because I disown the man that's supposed to be my father, long time ago.

I wasn't going to let this room swallow me whole. He studied me for a moment. Like he was deciding how much to reveal. "Your mother's name before marriage," he said, "was Morgan Moreno." I stared at him. "Yes," I said slowly. "So?" "Moreno is not just a surname," he continued. "It belongs to a bloodline. One that has been caught in the middle of a business war for over two decades." My breath stilled. "A war?" I repeated. "Between two men," he said. "My father. And Sylvester Cane."