Marilyn Monroe Daughter Novels & Stories

"Marilyn, I will let you hear your daughter's voice. I used to be your mother. You know me very well. Don't push me into a corner, or you'll suffer the consequences! Immediately stop Malcolm from purchasing my company, or I will kill your daughter so that you won't see her for the rest of your life!" A proud expression was attached to the message. Marilyn's pupils shrank. Immediately after, a video was sent over. It was her daughter, Laverne. Laverne was tied up in a messy room, struggling non-stop. Her helpless appearance instantly made Marilyn feel her heartache. "Laverne." The phone in Marilyn's hand almost fell to the ground.

she said and stood up to check if anyone was coming and continued "Why do you want to spoil my plans for you? You think telling him the truth would make a big difference in this relationship? Do you?" I kept silent and nodded "Madison,you need to stop being childish and think about your future. Telling him now will only spoil your image and our good name. Once the paparazzi get to know about this, it will be everywhere. Your story will be in every cover page in the magazine. Evans wouldn't think twice about it and go and marry that girl.. What's her name?" "Alex?" "Yeah. My daughter, please be very careful about what you do" "But what if he finds out? What then?"

Something in his expression shifted — barely perceptible, but I'd spent enough time studying his face to catch it. "Your aunt," he said simply. "Yes. My aunt. Who I'm going to stay with. So you can go back to—" "Marilyn Monroe." He said her name with a quiet familiarity that stopped my heart cold. "She worked for my late wife for nearly four years. Wonderful woman. Stubborn. Fiercely loyal." He paused, letting each word settle with surgical precision. "She never quite forgave me after Elena died. She thought I killed Ruby. I bet she was so shocked the day she realised you would be getting married to my son."

"Monica! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your husband’s house?" "Did you know Brie was having an affair with him?" Brenda’s expression twisted slightly, and that was enough. "The contracts," Monica said with a bitter laugh. "You knew." "I’m sorry, Monica, but my daughter’s happiness comes first." "But I’m your daughter too!" she shouted, voice cracking. "No. You’re not." "Brenda!" Leonard growled, trying to intervene. Monica’s world tilted. She turned to her father, her voice a whisper. "What does she mean? Who is my mother?"

"I am Lincoln's first wife. Back when I married him, my surname is indeed Yale, because that's the surname of the couple that adopted me. Not long after we got married, I realized that he was having an affair with this woman, Jade Sullivan. Enraged, I divorced him and the mistress Jade became his second wife. I remember that these two didn't have a daughter at the time, so how did you end up with your daughter Selene out of nowhere?" "I..." Jade struggled to respond. Gloria chuckled and continued, "Whether your daughter Selene is biologically yours and Lincoln's or adopted, I have nothing to do with it, but I need to clarify something with Mr. Shaw here. Mr. Shaw, it's true that we share the

Bradley is that man's only living son. Suzanne: No… Charles had mistresses. I hadn't been satisfying his desires for a long time. He took them young… barely adults, and as soon as they were pregnant, he discarded them. I took care of the young women… those who wanted to keep the baby. I found them a place to live and provided them with money to live comfortably… I give them a monthly allowance so they don't want anything. The one who wanted an abortion, I helped her, and then she left the country. But for these children, Charles wasn't a father, just a sperm donor. Several of his daughters have found partners now, and their partners have accepted the puppies as their own.

“She doesn’t deserve him!” Jealousy twisted across her face openly. Mona, however, remained silent. Then suddenly, she began to clap. Everyone stared at her. “What are you doing?” Lydia demanded. Mona’s eyes gleamed. “My daughter,” she said softly. “Married into the Wyndham family.” “Mom!” Lydia exploded. Mona turned sharply. “Do you understand what this means?” Richard stared at the screen again. The kiss replayed. His jaw clenched painfully. He finally understood. She was gone. She had finally left him.

My fingers tighten around it, and my breath catches unexpectedly. Her laugh used to echo in my head. ​ Her eyes used to follow me everywhere. . Her belief in me used to be dangerously pure. Could Naomi be her? Is that why her voice trembled when she said my name? ​Is that why her gaze flicked away the moment our eyes met? The thought forms and dissolves a dozen times in my mind, making me restless. I sit down, staring at her daughter’s chart on my laptop. ​ Sophie Wells. Age six.

He was doomed! “That's… is that not Albert's daughter?” Jackson asked pointing at the Tv which was currently airing the news, everyone turned their attention to it, Romero took the remote and increased the volume. “Early hours of Monday morning, a beautiful lady who turns out to be Albert Malvern’s daughter is captured coming out of the most sought after billionaire, Romero Kingsley's room after what looks like an intimate night. Could this be a secret relationship?” Cold sweats break out on Wilson’s forehead, “Sir, I … I ammmm sorry,” he stammered, staring at his boss whose attention was wholly on the news … “I would take care-”

Mr. Kensington's POV Though I didn't let Sylvia know, it also baffled me when she told me about our daughter's favorite food. Diana, our adopted daughter who we knew nothing about regarding her birth parents, had exactly the same allergies we had. Sylvia's family was the family of allergies. I remember when we were still a young couple while I was getting to know Sylvia Monroe. Yes, Monroe was her last name, her great grandfather's name. I would always tease her, calling her family the 'Monroe allergies,' or I would say the family of Mr. and Mrs. Allergies. And then she would smile so brightly.