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he conceded, holding up his hands in mock surrender. A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment until he spoke again. "About that kid from earlier..." Cyan looked up from the apple. "Zendaya." "Yeah. Where is she?" "She’s with your brother right now." "Is she really our daughter?" Cyan hesitated. Technically, Zendaya was Zach’s daughter, but she wasn't hers. The truth was a tangled web. "She is..." Cyan said carefully. "She is your daughter... but with someone else.”

I rinsed the sponge. Jenny looked at her phone. Then back at me. “So how’s everybody?” “Everybody who?” “Your family.” “Oh.” I smiled. “Good.” “Your daughter has to be…” “Ten.” Her eyes widened. “No.” “Yep.” “Kayla is ten?” “Unfortunately.” She laughed. “Damn. We old.” “You’re old.” “We’re the same age.” “That sounds personal.” She laughed again. Then something occurred to me. Something I hadn’t thought about in a long time.

"Hey, once I'm dead, remember to play these videos on the big screen at the company building. Even in death, I still want to mess with them." In the video, I was sitting across from a woman. She came across as elegant, her dark eyes not leaving me for a moment. If one took a closer look, they would notice a faint glimmer of tears. The woman was Jenna Thompson, the daughter of the richest man in Taloville. She was my childhood sweetheart too.

Her eyes widened slightly, unease creeping in. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Johnson said loudly, his voice filled with excitement and pride. “Thank you all for coming to my daughter’s birthday party. Today, in front of everyone here, I officially announce that Celine will be the heir of Dean Holdings, inheriting all of the Dean family assets.”

Jamie added, this time his tone dispirited and full of discomfort. ' Nicole Larson?'... Jake thought he'd heard that name before. ' Oh right? The daughter of the late city manager, Kristoph Larson. That man is a stinkingly rich CEO with several successful business brands' Moreover, Jake thought she'd seen that face around somewhere before. After several minutes of recollecting, she finally made connection of the name to the face that came to his mind, he couldn't help but express shock. ' That woman is Nicole Larson? The daughter of Kristoph Larson?!' Jake was surprised to find out this information. He'd seen Nicole at Yoldes' palm, although it was through a slight opening of a door, he hadn

He's only 15 years old and has a his whole life ahead of him. Jenna, who is 10, was born from a boyfriend my mom had when I was around 8 years old and I had thought that she would stop her drinking but instead her drinking habits increased and Jenna's father walked out on her leaving Jenna behind. He didn't even give a fuck about his daughter. I was pissed beyond belief that he would just leave her behind with a drunk for a mother but in the end it didn't surprise me as he was an addict as well.

Let's see how her medicine tastes in her mouth. "Jenna" Chris called out his daughter's name. He couldn't believe his eyes; his daughter was in front of the hall, half-naked and looking so inappropriate. Jenna realized that she was downstairs already and she tried to struggle out of Zoey's grip but Zoey was not having it. She held on to her tightly and was too strong for Jenna to fight so she could only surrender and beg her father for help. "Dad please help me, get this lunatic arrested" Jenna pleaded.

I take a deep breath before we start to step down the stairs. “Everyone we would like to introduce to all of you, our long-lost daughter, Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. The precious treasure no one could ever replace to us with thousands of gold. The little baby we lost 20 years ago is now a stunning young lady that is so amazing in her own ways.” I heard my father said as we descend into the stairs and I heard chatters, clapping, and flashes of cameras everywhere.

“It’s a pleasure to have you all today. As you all know, it’s my daughter’s 24th birthday. A daughter who is now the active CEO of Cybernix Enterprise and a daughter you all have never met.” He continued talking as I moved closer to the top of the stairs, ready to descend when he says my name. “I’ll like you all to welcome my beautiful daughter Jessica Hart.” He said, and the applause came as expected and I made my way slowly down the stairs as my heels clicked against the marbles. One thing I couldn’t miss as I walked majestically was their whispers and glances being exchanged among the crowd. Some looked impress others looked curious.

There hadn't been anyone left at the Larson residence; Finn had passed away. One day, many years later, Catherine had happened to see Jessica on TV. Upon seeing the latter's familiar birth mark—a tiny mole at the corner of her eye—Catherine had identified Jessica as her daughter. She left the living room without a look at anyone else.