Novel & Cerita Marilyn Monroe Daughter

I take a deep breath before we start to step down the stairs. “Everyone we would like to introduce to all of you, our long-lost daughter, Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. The precious treasure no one could ever replace to us with thousands of gold. The little baby we lost 20 years ago is now a stunning young lady that is so amazing in her own ways.” I heard my father said as we descend into the stairs and I heard chatters, clapping, and flashes of cameras everywhere.

Surprise flickers in her expression, then concern. "She looks good. Healthy." I pause. "I found out something interesting. Sera is a Smith. Monica's biological daughter. Can you believe that?" My mother's hand stills on her teacup. "It's crazy, right?" I continue, my mind still trying to wrap around it. "How do they manage to lose their only daughter? And I was wondering—" I lean forward slightly. "Why did Monica suddenly distance herself from us when I was younger? Was it because her child went missing?"

And it was obvious that no one has ever spoken to Victor Monroe like that. Raina felt a hot, burning gaze on the side of her face, so she slowly turned her head and saw a beautiful woman sitting right next to Maxton. The woman was wearing a dress that looked quite expensive. Her hair was styled perfectly, and her diamond necklace was blinding. This was Selene Monroe, Victor’s daughter. Selene was glaring at Raina with so much hatred, that could have made any other girl scared. Her face was red, and her knuckles were white because of the force with which she was gripping her fork and knife.

The sight of my daughter brought was a wave of love and a pang of guilt to my heart. Diane deserved to know her father. I knew that, but I can't give her that. Perhaps if Julian was someone else. If he wasn't Marcus's cousin it would have been different. But right now it is complicated, and I can't bring Diane into this mess. “Mom, you are back!” Diane exclaimed, running to hug me. “How are you my darling?” I hugged her tightly. “Did you have fun today?” Diane nodded enthusiastically. “We played with my dolls, Aunt Sandra said they are very pretty.”

typed in bold at the top of the first page. He glanced at the documents quickly at first to take in the basic information. Date of birth, school records, a sparse family tree. Then he slowed down to read more carefully. Florence Ellington was Jonathan Ellington’s first daughter. So there was in fact another daughter. She disappeared when she was sixteen years old.

“My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!” The living room fell silent for a moment. Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father. “Don Vitale… this is…?” Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.” My entire body froze. It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter. At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

Marina yells in enthusiasm. Marina Berlusconi is the daughter of Silvio Berlusconi. She studied Law, followed by politics, but dropped out on both accounts. After an apprenticeship, She joined the board of Fininvest in 2001 alongside her brother Piersilvio. In 2006 she became the deputy chairwoman of Fininvest and president of the board in 2008. She is the chairperson of Italy's largest magazine publisher, Mondadori, and chairperson of the family's investment arm, Fininvest, the media holding company founded by her father.

“She’s not another employee. She’s Mr. Nash’s daughter.” Mom smiled politely. Gloria scowled harder. “I didn’t realize he had any children,” Mom said. I nodded. “Yeah, he’s a widower with a son and a daughter. The son lives elsewhere, though.” “How old’s the daughter?” Gloria asked, her jealousy thick and livid. I stared at her, my jaw ticking. I didn’t want to answer her. But Mom had to go and press, “Well?” With a sigh, I muttered, “She’s twenty-five.”

She was the daughter of Marquess Leonard Summer and his wife, Marchioness Haruko. "Alan-sama! Gilbert-sama! Please forgive their transgressions; even though they are in the wrong, it's not good to waste your anger on those with low intelligence." This time speaking, using that sugary adorable voice of hers, was Lily Bloomdale. When looking at Lily, one couldn't help but be charmed by her gentle and extremely cute appearance.

She is about to spring at Lewis’s throat like an actual wolf; behind Christa comes a screaming. "I heard sounds of a desperate struggle. Christa. If you want to attract attention, there are always better ways." The one person in this house Christa didn’t get along with is speaking. Monica Morrie is the only daughter of Barnett Morrie and Sally Morrie. Barnett is Alfred’s younger brother and Alfred’s only sibling in the world; as the only daughter of the Morrie family, Monica spends most of her time living in Morrie’s house with her uncle Alfred, while her parents live on the other side of town at a beach house.