Evan Andrews Daughter Novels & Stories

His voice was barely above a whisper. Shock flickered across his face. He hadn’t known. I had thought maybe he had suspected. That maybe he had figured it out before I had. But no. This was news to him. Big news. And I had just dropped it in his lap like a live grenade. “Yeah,” I muttered, leaning back, crossing my arms. “I just found out, too.” Andrew stared at me like I was speaking complete gibberish. “…Eve isn’t Henry’s daughter?” he asked, his voice slow.

“Now, tell me. Does he have a child or not?!” “NO! He doesn’t have a child… but he has his wife’s daughter.” Ethan frowned at his answer. “Wife? What is her name?” Ethan asked again, which had Max’s brows knitting in confusion. ‘Why is he so interested in Andrew and his family? What does it have to do with me? Why does he keep on asking me about Andrew? That asshole probably screwed him over.’ “Her name was Bea,” He answered fast, afraid of being electrocuted again.

When I was in prison, Evan and Anya had not been married yet. Unexpectedly, after my release, they had broken up and reconciled several times. “Yeah, his daughter has leukemia, and he donated bone marrow to her. I heard he is going to donate again.” “Interesting! Neither have I expected Evan to be such a loving father,” I sneered coldly and my pupils flashed with a wicked light. “Evan, I am going to take everything from you. Anything you like, I will snatch away. Even if I can’t snatch it, I will destroy it all.”

Evanthe removed the tissue on her mouth with lipstick all over her face. "How dare you too to visit my daughter only to insult and humiliate her with the stupid theory that your little brain created!" That's my mom, the sarcastic, the fierce and the rapper supergirl. She doesn't wanted to be defeated, never in her life, so better back off. "Oh! What a word of an ungrateful woman who begged for my son to saved their collapsing poor company." "You shut up! Don't try to talk about something that your big eyes didn't barely see. And besides, It is your son whom you abandoned who came to our mansion and asked for our daughter's hand." Evanthe couldn't talk more.

he said, and majority of the guests burst into laughter. “She left home, and I must admit that I missed her very much. But after four years, we’re blessed to have her back and tonight, I’m proud to announce her engagement to Alexander Blackwood, a young, very capable man I’ve come to regard as my son. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the future Mrs. Blackwood, my daughter, Evelyn Martins and her fiance, Alexander Blackwood!” The moment Aaron announced the appearance of his daughter to the guests, Chris and Andrea’s eyes widened in shock as they watched them descend the stairs.

"Mother?" Evan asked, seeing Clara inside his office. "What brings you here?" "Oh, I needed James' help with my ATM," Clara replied. "He said you wouldn't mind that he left to go to the bank." "Of course, Mother. You didn't even have to come by. I could have -" Evan stilled, hearing Andy's call. It only meant the call was about his wife. "Andy? What? Okay. I'll be headed to the hospital now," Evan nervously said. He turned to his mother and revealed, "Mother. Shanty is giving birth."

His palm was rough and calloused, yet broad, as though it could shield others from wind and rain. He patted the back of Evan's hand and spoke in a deep voice. "My son-in-law, I'm entrusting my daughter to you." Evan's expression grew solemn. He nodded with conviction. Mason then turned to Andriana and said softly, "Live well. I don't blame you." After that, he turned and walked toward the backstage area. Andriana watched his solid back recede. Sobs tore from her chest as she cried out, "Dad!"

Anabelle, however, stayed behind, offering to support Andrew. After seeing how his wife was fast asleep, the man excused himself and stepped out of the room. At six-thirty in the morning, Andrew first called his assistant. "Wendell, I have a daughter instead of a son." Wendell: "Oh, is that so, Sir Andrew? Misses Kentworthy gave birth already? Congratulations - "

"Come with me. I want to introduce you to someone." "Okay," I placed my hands in his and he led the way, not stopping until we got to the presence of a young-looking man. "Princess Evanora," my dad said, slowly letting go of my hand. "Allow me to introduce you to Prince Andrew. He is the prince of another coven nearby. Prince Andrew, meet my daughter. Princess Evanora." "Oh my," the guy who was apparently a prince uttered then stretched his hand. I looked at my dad and understanding his gesture, placed my hand in his to have him kiss it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, princess Evanora."

JULIA Andy was still trembling in my arms. The news didn’t come as a surprise for me. Of course, I was telling the truth. Why would I deliberately go through this if Andy wasn’t Evan’s son? Garyn looked overjoyed, while Evan appeared relieved. My focus was on Andy, though, who cried harder in my arms. I rubbed his back in slow circles, whispering softly to him, “It’s okay, bub. I’m here. I’ve got you.”