Kim Burgess Daughter Novels & Stories

My father clamped his hand around my arm as he dragged me from one shareholder to the next, showing me off like I was another glittering asset in his collection. And then, in the corner of the ballroom, I saw him. Damon Cross. He didn’t mingle. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sip champagne. He stood at the edge of the light, tall and broad, his black suit stretched across a body built for war, not waltzes. His eyes swept the room with sharp calculation—until they landed on me. And stayed. Everyone else saw “Aria Kingsley, the billionaire’s daughter.” Damon looked at me like he saw the girl beneath the diamonds.

My breath grows shallow, a small pain blooming beneath my ribs. Seven years. It’s been seven long years since I last saw him, since I stormed out of his apartment in tears and swore never to look back. But that girl is gone. The overweight, softhearted girl who used to believe in fairy tales died quietly that night. What’s left is Naomi Wells, a woman of calm voice and careful steps, someone who has built a safe, small world for herself and her daughter. “Mom,” Sophie murmurs softly, tugging on my sleeve. “Why are you staring at the door?”

I'm pretty sure she wanted to plead with me to let her go play in the playground since I have given strict orders to Vivian not to let her step out of the suite. Diane stopped walking, and quickly swallowed her words when she saw someone else in the living area with me. Tia Patricia smile when her eyes connected with Diane. I could see she wanted to ask who the child was, but refrained herself. “Hello, sweetheart! Has anyone told you you look really beautiful?” Tia Patricia asked, smiling warmly at my daughter, who returned the smile with a blush. “Thank you ma'am. My Mom tells me all the time. You look very pretty too, doesn't she Mom? Diane asked, looking up at me.

Luciana's Point of View Shame settled into my bones, like lead that weighed me down until I could barely follow Mikaela out into the hallway. They were right. All of them. I had pushed Katharine too far and I knew it. She might have been my daughter and I wanted nothing but the best for her but pushing her until her breaking point had been a stupid mistake. One I would never make again. I wanted nothing but the best for my daughter. The best and brightest future possible, but Julian had been right in being so angry. Maybe I had acted like Adrian today.

"As you want know you are going to work your dad's company as the CEO." "Hmm," I said and nodded. "And as a man, the future CEO of The Swarts group of company and also the president's son. You need a queen by your side," She said and I sighed and touched my forehead. "I'm doing this for your sake," she said and held my hands. "For your future," she added. Another thing she said and I furrowed my brows. "There's someone I want you to meet. Her name is Kimberly. She's a famous singer in USA and very popular also in Australia. She's my friend's daughter," Mum said.

Jackson says which to me makes sense as I know what we have been doing, but to many others he would have just contradicted himself. “Wait Ally, Ally Carter as in Joanna’s daughter?” Allison asks which I nod my head too, I love how when people think of me, they always go to my mother, I guess she’s more interesting. “So, you’re not an agent but you’re here?” She asks which I knew meant she really wasn’t understanding anything that has happened, so much has happened which has made it hard to keep up.

"My bunny! I looked everywhere and he's gone. I think he's on that fucking tour bus!" Ah. The coveted stuffed bunny I gave her for her last birthday. She drags it everywhere with her. I try not to laugh at her epic use of the word "fucking." "Whoa. Kyra... that's a very bad word." Her eyes meet mine defiantly and she says she doesn't care. I love her fire. "I wonder where she learned that," Elara says, glaring at me. Kyra pulls on my hair. "He's gone, Uncle Tor. That's all that matters."

Bellamy took her back and nursed her carefully for several days until she gradually recovered. From the woman, Bellamy learned that she was the same child he had sent to the old lady's care years ago. Bellamy immediately recognized her as his daughter, but at first, the woman did not believe him. To her, Bellamy looked like someone from her grandfather’s generation. It was not until Bellamy recounted everything that had happened that she accepted she was indeed Bellamy’s daughter, Eugenie.

he said simply. I rose to my feet, meeting their shocked gazes head-on. “Kimberly Giselle,” I added, my voice steady. The name dropped like a bomb. The room filled with murmurs until one man, Aron spoke up. “Kimberly?” he asked, shocked. “Alex?... How?” “Yes, Aron. This is Kimberly, my daughter.” Before anyone could respond, a sharp,voice rang out from the doorway, freezing us all in place.

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