Family Daughter Novelas e Histórias

But before they could even take a step, the girl I saw earlier arguing with her nanny showed up. "Daddy! I wanna go home!" I was stunned when I heard what the young girl called Dylan. Daddy. That means, she is his daughter with Dayana. "Did you got all the things you need?" "Yes!" she answered and crossed her arms over her chest. "Who is she, daddy? Why are you talking to a stranger? You said it's dangerous to talk to someone you don't know!" Dylan laughed before taking his daughter by the hand and pulling her closer to Thalia.

“I was trying to protect you.” “From what?” “From my family,” she snaps. The words hit like gunfire. Silence spreads like smoke between us. I stare at her, chest tight. “Your family?” She nods. And when she speaks again, her voice cracks. “My father’s name is Roman Vittore.” The name punches something out of my lungs. Because I know it. Everyone in the District knows that name. Even if they don’t speak it out loud. Mafia. Old money. Ruthless. Untouchable. And she’s his daughter. Of course she is.

Faye Fernandez, 5 year old and only daughter of Julian Fernandez and Sandra Parker. Her mommy and daddy are very famous people, there are cameras and people everywhere they go. Faye knew because the people also took poctures of her and she even sees her pictures in TV and computers almost every day, even her teacher have her picture on her cellphone.

Zachary, seeing his precious daughter, whom he always treated like a princess, running around and serving Fiona, was both furious and helpless. "Oh, Dad, you're so annoying. I'm just chatting with my best friend. Hmph.”

, I informed Ralph and he sighed, “Fine!” He huffed, “But keep your friend on a leash, she drools every time she sees Enzo…” Ralph chuckled and shook his head with disapproval. My dad lifted his gaze from the reports and squinted his eyebrows. “Isn't she King David's daughter?” My father lifted his eyebrows, and I nodded. He swallowed a chuckle, and my mother sighed. “Don't be mean, honey… they are kids, and they have their path to follow.” Mom said, and I squinted my eyebrows, trying to figure out what she meant by that.

Half-joking. "Definitely," Ronan laughed. "She's only twenty-two. Wait until she brings home someone she's interested in." "Or multiple people," I added. Grinned. "She is our daughter after all." They both groaned. I laughed. Our daughter looked over. Waved. Mouthed "I love you." We waved back. The bond connecting all four of us. Strong. Steady. Eternal. Tomorrow she'll leave. Start her journey. Find others like her. Build her own legacy.

"Okay." "I have a daughter. Her name is Luna. She is two years old, and she lives in London with a nanny I trust and a security team I pay for. She does not know who you are. She knows she has a father, and she has been told that he loved her very much and could not be with her. That is the story she has." Damien's jaw was tight. He did not speak.

It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad. Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast. Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon. “You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink. My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”. The whole thing was just so bizarre. To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room. While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

"You will obey me or I will send you to another country. By God! He was your sister's husband, don't act like a slut." My mother grumbles beside me, placing her body in front of mine in protection. "Don't talk to my daughter like that!" She growls, showing her protective side." " She's my daughter too, damn it!" Dad gets even more excited and I feel the first tears fall.