Novel & Cerita Marilyn Monroe Daughter

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

How did she manage to grab their affection so quickly? Liam wrapped his hand around Michelle's shoulder as he stares at me. "Do the right thing, man." I could hear his voice in my head. I grabbed the glass of wine in front of me and gulped it down my throat. "Do what you want, but I'm telling you, the day she gives birth will be the day of her execution," I said then pushed back my chair and walked out of the dining room. She must have grabbed their attention but not mine. At the end of the day, she is still Monet's daughter. Illegitimate or not. She bares Monet's surname.

she replied softly, her voice barely audible in the silence of the room. “And the mark under your arm,” Margaret pressed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, “is it from birth?” Anna nodded, confusion clouding her features. “Yes… it’s always been there.” Margaret’s breath caught in her throat. Without another word, she climbed onto the stage and pulled Anna into a fierce embrace, her tears finally spilling over. “You’re my granddaughter,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re the child I lost all those years ago.”

I thought I was prepared until I was truly faced with hostility. "Is that…" Susan trailed off, catching my attention. "Well well… look who just walked in. If it isn't Little Miss Marylin herself,"she sang. I turned my head to the door since my seat was backing it. Marilyn strode in with her usual pride hanging off her shoulders and her minions around her. She looked like the boss-- typical rich and popular girl with her little goons. She was all grown up now and even more beautiful in person. She looked like a mini Louise-- nothing like Malcolm but that attitude, she was his daughter, alright?

She gripped the stone and raised it over the small bump of her stomach. Marilyn cried again because she couldn't do it- she couldn't kill it. Months later, a baby girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was born. Marilyn was floating in the freezing water, she was no longer at the dark bottom. Her baby girl was a tender reminder of the man she had once loved and had to let go. Marilyn didn't know if her baby girl was a mistake or not- but she gave her all the love that she had always got from Emilia.

I asked again, losing my mind. "She is in the bathroom, washing my daughter's underwear!"she uttered. "Your mom....!" Without waiting to hear what she wants to say,I pushed the bathroom door and Immediately I saw my mom Washington Becca's pant and bra.

I'm your mother Aaron,I carried you nine months in my stomach and you dare to keep secrets, no I don't believe it. Lord! She will start again. “Mom, the girl who intrigues me is Hilary Clinton.” He takes a break and adds: My boss's daughter So his son was under the spell of the billionaire's daughter, all that was missing was that. “She has just turned eighteen, are you aware of that?” “Shh! Too loud mom, my father will hear us.” The lady couldn't help laughing. “I would like to know her.” “It's impossible, I think it's my worst enemy at the moment.”

“No buts, Ariel! Come on, now.” Ariel sighed, heading upstairs to her and her husband’s room. She gently lays on the bed, and logs into the Internet to catch up on the news. To her surprise, a face she had not seen in so long appears on the screen with the title: MONICA FERNANDO, THE DAUGHTER OF THE LATE BUSINESS MAN VICTOR FERNANDO RELEASED ON GOOD BEHAVIOUR! As if she could not understand what it meant, Ariel sat up right and read the title again.

After Marilyn had walked over to lock the security door, she returned to Jay’s side, her almond-shaped eyes carrying a wave of stifling anger. Jay held Angeline's glass before raising his head to finish the remaining water. He then darted a suggestive glance at Marilyn before walking to his bedroom. Marilyn was completely ignored. All of a sudden, Marilyn burst into tears. "So you’re actually her daughter’s piano teacher. Ben—" She suddenly commanded him in a furious and overbearing tone, "You’re not allowed to be that child’s piano teacher anymore." She needed to defend her love. Something was bound to go wrong if Ben continued to meet that woman.

"You will always be…the dad…I love the most…" Riley collapsed next to her and screamed in tears. "Jazzy! Jazzy, my baby, no!" The crowd erupted in chaos. "This silly girl! How could she still protect her monster of a dad at a time like this?" "Look what you did to your own daughter, Alvin!" "How could you bear to let this happen to her? She's such a bright kid!" I remained rooted to the ground, watching everything unfold before me with an expressionless face.