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My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

It took a lot of strength to not go to her and claim her in front of everyone. Flashback " Get your head in the game!" I heard my coach shout. I shook my head and resumed playing. I was distracted, glancing at my mate. She was the most lovely girl in the world, standing at 5'2ft, way shorter than me but perfect. After that day, I followed her, finding out more about her. She was seventeen years old and still in high school. She was the only daughter of Talon Cross. Her mother left her father when he got sick and ran into the sunset with another man. Marilyn has been taking care of her father ever since she fell into a state of depression. She tried putting up a good front, but she was breaki

“I’ve been trying to make things right, but I have no power in Greyson Corp anymore. “But you should have told me. Now, everything is all messed up. Those men no longer have those shares.” “What?” My dad stood up in a flash. His eyes were wide in shock. “Then—then who has them?” His fear was palpable. “James Monroe’s illegitimate daughter. My ex, Vivan Sullivan.” “No—no way. Vivian is trouble.”

* *ADRIAN'S RESTAURANT* * Four Months Later "Well, boss lady, you are rocking both being a sexy hot mama and restaurant owner. You're everywhere in the papers, well, your name is, definitely not your picture since you refuse to be put into the public eye." Hillary smiles at me. "And, I want to keep it that way." She eyes me carefully. "You do know that you're not as invisible as you 'think' or want to be, right? You were Mona Morello, daughter of the duke and duchess, now you're Mona Cavannaugh, wife to Lord Lore Cavannaugh and his heir's mother... Hello?"

"So you're Mr. Monroe's daughter. He actually called our station yesterday. Don't worry, we will investigate this thoroughly." The room fell deadly silent again. A male colleague nearby stammered, "P-Preston Monroe… Why does that name s-sound so familiar?" The realization suddenly hit another colleague. "He's the chairman of our parent group! Preston Monroe!" he yelped, his voice cracking. "She's the chairman's daughter?" "And she's been helping us order takeout and pick up packages every day at the office?" "Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!"

She shut the door behind her and I shrunk under the weight of his attention He interlocked his fingers beneath his jaw, his eyes now unreadable. “So, you’re Marcus Monroe’s daughter.”

Madeline Sinclair stood in the doorway. The CEO of a beauty empire, a woman often seen on the covers of business magazines, now looked pale and worn. Oh, right. She was also Everly's mother. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. "Mr. Ryder, my daughter was foolish. She was blind and offended your son." My father looked at her coldly, saying nothing. Madeline turned and bowed deeply to me.

“And you haven’t.” Before he could respond, she turned to greet an investor’s wife, her tone warm, her smile smooth. Liam stood there, momentarily forgotten. And for the first time that night, he realized, he was the one being ignored. Meanwhile, across the ballroom, champagne glass trembling in her grip, Bianca Winters stared like she’d seen a ghost. “Tell me that’s not Plain Ivy,” she hissed to the woman beside her. “It is,” the friend whispered back, equally wide-eyed. “She looks… wow. Turns out she was actually the daughter of Charles Monroe, how come we never knew?”

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

I smile as Jackson and I take a seat beside each other at the table while she lights a cigarette, she shakes her hand in the air which told me she didn’t care for my thanks. “Whatever hunny, that boy is far from being my son so ask me anything.” She says as Jackson pulls out his notebook. This interview alone giving us more information on Mario than anyone knew.