Novel & Cerita Marilyn Manson Daughter

"Son, that's Tianna Mancini, she's the daughter of Cesare Mancini." Fuck, so Barney's in with the Mancini Mafia, just what I fucking need. "I'm going to talk to him, find out what the hell he's doing with her." You don't just date the daughter of the mafia, you have to be inducted into the family. Approved by the head, approved by her dad. So I want to know what the fuck Barney is doing. "Find out son, and find out soon." Dad implores. "The last thing you need is finding out that the Mancini's are involved, that's going to start a fucking war."

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

"You really put our daughter in a terrible mess, sir" Marcus tapped his fingers on the armrest. Then he clapped once. Loud. Sharp. Final. "I’m going to correct a few things." His voice was ice. He adjusted his collar and leaned forward slightly, eyes boring into the father. "Your daughter was never a receptionist. She was a stripper. One of the highest-paid dancers in that club." A pause. Gasps. Bianca’s parents stared at their daughter in disbelief. The club manager couldn’t lift her face.

He stood at the balcony watching us, but Madonna anxiously shushed me up. "Shush! You should know that this mansion has surveillance cameras, and Master Richard could hear you. I already warned my daughter not to dress in revealing clothes, but she didn't listen. Yesterday, I went to the market for grocery shopping, and before I could return, Master Richard was at the edge of attacking my daughter. I had to send her away, and I thankfully didn't lose my job. But you shouldn't worry about that. It's Susan's fault.. she just didn't heed to my warning," Madonna brought out her handkerchief and wiped her face.

Hillary mocked. “ You're wondering how I knew, we'll, that's a story for another day. What I can’t condone is you picking my daughters husband and my dearest son-in-law for my baby girl” “ Come on woman Teyana is also my daughter” marshal whined. “ You started this shit the moment you began calling her your daughter when she launched her company” Hillary fummed with rage. Her face was boiling red already. “ Am sorry then ok……” Not letting him finish, she cuts him off.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

"Not really. But I've been doing some research on my own. She owns a branch outside this city and a new one here. God, my daughter is worth many millions in dollars. Her company is even on the news." "So this is your opportunity. It's obvious she won't help you, and her amnesia seems to be going nowhere. At this point, I feel it's permanent. So just find a way to get it from her friends; they've been running it in her absence," Martino said sternly. "Most definitely. She'll never remember. But I need to get my hands on the documents first." Anger filled the pit of my stomach. "I cannot believe my daughter is wealthier than I could ever be in just six years." The bag of scum that called himse

"You still haven't told me what the occassion is. Going to a secret spy event'' She slapped my hand. ''You watch way too many spy movies. I am simply just going out." "Going out?" I raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across my face. "Ouuuu. Don't tell me my house mother has a hot date. Who's the lucky guy? Did you tell him that you have an overprotective son that he has to answer to?" She smiled at the word 'son', her eyes softening as they met mine. Marilyn had no children of her own. Her husband had died in the war before they could have any and I was the closest thing that she had to a child.

Well that was the dangerous question and it was better unanswered but one day Marilyn got the answer and that too with the harsh slap on her soft cheeks. " Grand-m-a I'm sorr- (SLAP!!)" " You damn witch! How dare you!! First you kill my son and now you dare to break his photo frame!!" A few minutes before this disaster..... Marilyn had been missing her Mumma and Dada way to much . The poor girl was all alone in her grandmother's house. She had no device nor any way to communicate with her Mom . It's not like Mrs. Smith never called but her grandmother would always make some excuses and would not let the daughter and mother talk .

Damien shrieked so hard that his voice was an octave higher than usual. The rest of the crowd was just as stunned. "She's the director?!" "Her? Marceline the Manic? The girl her own family had disowned?!" Jacob marched toward me, his face stormy. "Please refrain from making things up, sir. She's my daughter. There's no way I wouldn't know anything if she was the director of this company!" "Dad's right! Have you ever thought that maybe you've got into a scam?" Bella added innocently.