Keith Powers Daughter Novels & Stories

He pointed at her and asked, "Is this your partner?" Keith nodded. "Yes. She's my employee. Smart and beautiful, a rare one, if you ask me." Mia had only met my father a handful of times, and clearly had forgotten what he looked like. My father, on the other hand, had a great memory and remembered her as the woman who had wronged his son. He asked, sounding incredulous, "Is she pregnant? Is it your child?" Keith pulled my father aside and murmured, "Yes, but we both know it won't really matter, will it? She's an easy score, and why play games when you can have a woman like her right at your doorstep? If you're interested, sir…"

She stops giggling and stands upright to look at me, removing strands of hair that stuck beside her mouth, eyes shining. "Did you have to go that far just to push me away? You truly believe that child is yours?" I narrow my eyes at her and repeat the lie I made everyone believe. "Whatever you mean. She's my daughter." "No, she's not. Are you that dense? That girl is Keith Reed's child." My eyes widen. How on earth does she have that information? Stalking? "What?"

POV Keith She likes it, that much I can tell. She acts like she hates me, but that’s all on the surface. The truth is that this is not the first time I’ve met her. Yeah, I’ve met the bitch before. She fools her folks with the good girl act, pretending to be one nice, innocent daughter. Her parents even believe that they have shielded her all her life. They believe they have raised her to be timid.

Now that he had achieved his goal, he wouldn't let these guys waste any more time. After bandaging himself, Keith slowly stood up. At that moment, he exerted his full strength, intimidating everyone in the room except for Claire's and Devin's families. Without giving any lessons, they dared to make trouble. "Since Claire has committed premarital infidelity, she no longer deserves to be the recognized daughter of the Moore family, right?" Keith's tone was cold, exuding unquestionable dominance and firmness. "Yes," Mr. Moore nodded. "I was just about to discuss this matter with you. Since Claire has done this, she can no longer be my daughter. Since you are here, take Claire back. I will find

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

Kevah smiles at the twins who run into her embrace. “Adrian, I will also leave. I will stay with Bobbette," Kevin hugs Adrian. “Your high school sweetheart?" Adrian questions. “Yes and I have an announcement to make," Kevin takes his phone from his pocket. He shows them the photo of a beautiful little girl. “This is my daughter, Kevlyn." Adrian plucks the phone from his hands. “She looks just like Kevah." “That's the same thing I said when I saw her," Kevin laughs.

“Now that you know you have a daughter, just let it go. Focus on Keith and let her live peacefully with her daughter. Don’t take the little girl away from her mother.” Kelvin met Cynthia’s gaze at once. “My family will not be divided in any way.” He replied curtly.

he said. Again, he paused for a while to listen to what Cain was saying on the phone. I could hear my heart beating hard. “There was nothing much I could do, Cain,” Keith said. “They already know I killed Von Quavo, with proof,” he added. Instantly, my mind registered that Von Quavo was his father because that was Keith’s surname, and I gasped in utter shock and trepidation. Keith killed his father?

“What’s her name? Dad’s secretary?” “Olivia?” Catherine and I said in choir. Then I felt the need to correct that. “She’s Quentin’s secretary. Not mine.” “Yeah, her.” Catherine nodded and looked a bit sad, and I wanted to slap both Jakeand myself in the head. I knew why he didn’t like going canoeing or even going on a boat. He couldn’t swim. Why didn’t I think of that? “Uhm... Maybe I can take you?” I offered awkwardly, and Marty glanced at her husband, hopeful. He shrugged.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.