Novel & Cerita Marilyn Monroe Daughter

It made perfect sense. I chuckled when I pictured McKenna with her hands on her hips, explaining why I should accept her as my daughter right away. I called my best friend Harry. He was also my attorney and the only one I trusted with personal and business matters. "What's with the emergency meeting?" Harry asked as he rushed into the living room. "I need your advice on something," I said. "There's this girl, McKenna. She showed up at my doorstep and claimed to be my daughter. She says her mother is Tatiana Henry." I explained the situation to Harry, my voice barely above a whisper.

She is the spitting image of Lilly Astor. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. " Charles Astor takes the microphone in his military uniform. He might be a little bit of a problem when it's going to come to his daughter. "Thank you so much for your support of this foundation that holds a very special place in our hearts. Tonight, we would like to introduce someone who has been found after she was abducted after her birth. It was the effort and innovation of this foundation that made it possible, and me and my wife will be forever grateful. Please welcome to the stage, our beautiful daughter, Amelia Astor."

Mona raised her brows. "I know how you've always hated Carly,Why did you suddenly changed toward her after getting back from Singapore?" Camilla threw the question Mona gulped. "Why aren't you saying anything? I'm asking a question right?" "What did you expect? I only acted that way cos of her worthless dad...But we settled our difference after we run into each other in Singapore,and she's my daughter after all" Mona responded. "Did you confirm it?" "Confirm what?" Mona snapped,her voice rasing.

He turned and walked out of the room with Caroline like there was nothing left to say. Like I was no longer something he needed to deal with. The door closed behind him. And just like that… Everything felt empty. I sat there for a long time, staring at the paper in my hands, even though I wasn’t really seeing it anymore. How could Lila do this to me? Why would she create a fake DNA report? My hand slowly moved to my stomach again. How would I take care of the baby now? Everything else felt like it was falling apart.

I teased "Look at who is talking! Larson Reynold you're such a tease, if you learnt how to control yourself Mrs Sara wouldn't have to feed her eyes on our sinful acts. If we keep this up then everyone will get tired of the public display of affection" she promulgated, arching her eyebrow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ MALIA… "So you're Malia, daughter of Alessandro Ray Smith?" Mrs Reynold inquired "Yeah I am, do you perhaps know my father?" I queried with a smile tugged at the corner of my lips

Literally. The t-shirt saved me. An old, wrinkly Lakers t-shirt that was partially tucked inside the waistband in front, and hid most of her hips and waist. And knowing that the shirt probably belonged to my son poured cold water into my veins. Yet it didn’t help the fact that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Nor did it stop the instant flood of images of me licking and kissing her breasts. It ruined every trace of self-control there was left, and I was horrified by the risk of her seeing what was going on in my pajama’s pants. How could I get turned on like a premature teenager by my daughter-in-law? Or a more honest question...

“Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.” I was so excited to meet my daughter. Andrew led the boys into the room once she and I were cleaned up and decent; Jacob crawled up into the bed beside me while Neil stood next to his father. We all looked at the little blessing. Jacob spoke up, “She has white hair.” I smiled; this must’ve been what she meant. I haven’t had a chance to tell Andrew about what happened to me, but he didn’t ask questions or anything; instead, he looked to our son and said,

“This is personal, okay. And I want a qualified, experienced—” “I know. These guys are well-equipped to handle whatever you ask me to do.” “Right. Last week, I asked OB to dig into someone’s past.” “Yeah, I know.” “I want your man to find out more about Florence Bates, 40s. She lives in Chicago.” “Okay. What else did you know about this woman?” He began typing. “She has a daughter, Augustine Bates II.” “Yeah, I remember the pretty girl who bartends at the Bazz.”

ELAINA Monica’s knees hit the floor. “Please,” she sobbed. Her whole body shook. “Please, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But she has my baby. My Lily.” I stared at her. The woman who betrayed us. Who helped Melissa steal my son. And all I felt was… nothing. “Tell us everything,” Troy said. His voice was hard. Cold. Not the warm tone he usually used with Monica. Monica wiped her eyes with shaking hands. “I had a daughter before I met Aiden. From a previous relationship. Her name is Lily.”

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.