Marilyn Monroe Daughter Novels & Stories

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 admit I had an affair with Marilyn in the spur of the moment, but the boy isn’t mine!” Marilyn's son was indeed not mine. I had met her as a successful career woman who happened to be a single mother and felt it was more convenient to have an affair with her since she wouldn't be so demanding. Why would Fiona and Phoebe think her child was mine? I had only seen Marilyn's son's pictures and hadn't even met him in person since he was living with his father. It baffled me when I saw his teenage picture on Phoebe’s phone and he somehow looked like me. How the hell was that even possible?

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.

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.

Especially not when his father’s business dealings were already under scrutiny. The crunch of gravel announced their arrival. Ronan watched from the window as the black SUV pulled up. Elena stepped out first — polished, smiling, clearly thrilled to be Mrs. Sterling now. Then came her daughter. Lila Monroe. Ronan’s hand tightened around the crystal glass. She was… unexpected. Long, wavy dark hair that caught the sunlight like silk. A simple white sundress that clung to her slender yet curvaceous figure — full breasts, narrow waist, hips that swayed naturally as she walked. Striking green eyes scanned the massive mansion with a mix of awe and guarded caution. She carried herself with quiet dig

Vivienne was a Lewis "Mr. Lewis, that's your daughter…I'm as shocked as you…"Monica said, glancing upstairs where Victor had rushed Vivie too and Marlene. Followed. Frank blinked multiple times. The shock was too much to bear. He knew the night he was told his daughter died shattered him greatly "M…my daughter" he stuttered, glancing upstairs and regaining his wits. Was that girl his daughter, how come and where has she been, and most importantly how was she alive?

"That's right, she even came with the DNA report, so it doesn't seem like a lie." "Who is her mother then? The First Lady of the United States?" Jackson asked uncertainly. "How is that possible? Naturally, she is the daughter of the old man's other daughter," Clara chuckled a little. This news managed to stun Jackson. Liana is... The second daughter of Miss Delapena? How is that possible? None of those from that orphanage were supposed to appear in this world, so how could one of them give birth to a daughter? This was absolutely unsettling news for Jackson.