Joey Diaz Older Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

They send postcards every few months, lemon trees, cobblestone streets, and everyone ends with “Wish you were here.” Damien and Layla? Well, they’re a power couple if I ever saw one. Their daughter Jayla is six and already a hurricane in a dress. Damien calls her “too much like her mother,” and Layla insists she’s “exactly like her father.” Truth is, she’s both fearless and fierce. And loved.

Jovie's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She was only six years old, but she spoke as if she were a mature adult! Celena felt heartbroken at this. Her precious little daughter! She nodded and replied, "Okay, Jovie. I promise I won't cry anymore. My dear Jovie's the bravest girl I've ever seen! I couldn't be more proud of you!" Jovie glanced around the room and, when she could not find Liam, turned to Celena and asked, "Mommy, where's Daddy? Is Daddy going to leave us again? Why is he leaving us again? Is it because I'm not a good girl?"

“It’s your birthday party tomorrow. You might want to cut down on your drinking. Don’t do anything rash.” Joey could tell that Leah had a problem with her. As Katie’s assistant, Joey had a lot on her plate. However, some things were out of her hands. Joey could not do anything about their mother-daughter problems. Since she could not fix anything, she had to leave them to it. “Pfft.” Leah had been hoping to run into Kaze, but he was nowhere to be found lately.

All the luxury things are definitely my cup of tea. I did not leave daddy's side even though many greeted him, some looked at me and surprisingly recognized me. "Is she your daughter?" Wonderful question from a woman in her 40's who is maybe but still beautiful. "Yes Josephine, this is Azalea, my unica hija .. Lea, she's the Ceo of Jnc Entertainment," dad introduced me. The woman smiled at me so I returned it. "Hi, Azalea," she approached me gently. "Nice to meet you, you're so pretty .. Are you interested in modeling or acting, perhaps?" She asked.

And she dropped the next ticking time bomb before me, getting out of the shock. "I was thinking of Diaz. She is a sweet, good, and beautiful girl." I urged to throw up all the coffee I had. "Mom, are you kidding? You know the relationship between Diaz and me. Also between Diaz and..." "There is nothing wrong for anyone to move on to life. Diaz is young, and she had mourned enough for Jake." She stopped me, and her voice wavered when she mentioned Jake. "But why now suddenly?" "Because I am seeing my son in headlines more and more often and on controversial topics. And as a mother, it worries me."

She still keeps in touch with MJ. Baby Jay, named after his father Jared, just turned two years old. MJ is pregnant with baby number two. Doctors have said this one is a girl. Jay takes his red hair and blue eyes after his mom. But his features are all his dad. Once MJ and Jared had their son, Jared's parents moved closer to spend more time spoiling their grandson and soon granddaughter. Jared was still a professional quarterback. They have a nice home, and a little yorkie named Bella. They only live forty five minutes from the MC clubhouse. The MC has asked Jared to prospect for the club, but he politely declined. Sports are his life, and MJ. MJ was happy with the decision.

Right now, at the Gomez family’s villa, Dominic was scrolling through his phone and said, “Grandpa, the Diaz family seems to be in chaos recently. First, Lyla was charged with cheating. Then, Georgia was attacked when she returned home. The two pillars are about to collapse. This is good news for us.”

She wanted to get off, ignoring the stupid people questioning her, who knows next to nothing about her or what happened. But her ankle hurts and she remembered her hurting ankle, hence she sat back. More character assassinating questions were thrown at her. The wedding was now over, Sophia didn't know how long she'd fainted as the Shawn family alongside other invited guests stepped. They saw a crowd gathered. Not interested in the crowd, Beny Shawn hugged her classy daughter. She's so proud of Diana. She's the daughter any woman would dream of having in her next life and over. “I love you mummy,” Diana confessed, holding hands with Kabir, her fiance. She's so blessed now. She's doing well as

Diana fell silent, still trying to believe what I said. "You were divorced when you were pregnant. Did Layla-" "Yes, Die. Layla is James' daughter. But let's just forget that, James will not acknowledge her as his child. I also don't want Layla to find out that man is her father." James will only acknowledge Zoe's child. That's not something my daughter should know. She would be sad and it was the last thing I wanted. "What does he want from you right now then?" Diana nibbled on her finger.

"By the way," I lifted my head and looked at her. She smiled then stretched out her hands. "I'm Diantha Jazz Martinez," she introduced. "Jethro's older sister." My eyes widened. She chuckled making my cheeks flushed. I couldn't believe it! "Big sis!" We both looked at the little girl who’s running downstairs. She's so cute in her pink uniform. Her eyes went round when she found me. "Oh my gosh!" she screamed. "Big bro!” I blinked because of that. I looked at her sister who's suppressing her smile. They're weird.