Michael Connelly Daughter Novels & Stories

She immediately regretted being so careless about this matter. "Are you still planning to keep it a secret from me? I can already guess things out even if you decide to not let your mouth loose. Braelynn does look a lot like Emily. She is the daughter of Emily and Callum, isn't she?" Valeria knew that there was no point in keeping it a secret as Hayden was a quick-witted person. "Yes! Braelynn is the biological daughter of Emily and Callum." "I have guessed it long ago. It would be impossible for Veronica and Ornard to leave Emily's daughter alone to peacefully reside in the Floyd family judging by their cunning and vicious personalities. Angel, that pretentious person must be on the same te

I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. Conor clears his throat, drawing my attention. "What's her name?" he asks, a hint of expectation in his eyes. I hesitate, feeling the weight of the moment. I know what name Conor expects to hear, but I also know what I want for my daughter—truth and honesty. I look down at my baby, gently touching her cheek. She stirs and lets out a tiny sigh, and a smile breaks across my face. "Mia Rose Welsh," I say firmly, looking up to meet Conor's eyes.

Zoe burst out in annoyance. "You probably didn't call me just to say this right?" Conall asked in a not so interesting tone of voice. "Mr. Roberto's daughter just came back to the country from abroad. I'm sure you will like her. She is beautiful, kind and..." "I have a meeting soon." "Wait." Zoe kept calm. Every time she talked about his marriage or her potential granddaughter Conall would end the conversation with any excuse. "How about giving her a chance? I've set the date on..."

"Miss, we arrived too late, and you've had to suffer. Please punish us." Everyone stood frozen in shock, staring at me as if they had seen a ghost. Miss? The Conrad family's eldest daughter? The legendary heir of the Conrad family—low-key, mysterious, and in control of a vast business empire—was she really this woman standing here, the one Aaron had just called a crazy nanny? Aaron stood rigid, the smile on his face instantly petrifying. He whipped around to point at me, his voice trembling. "You've got the wrong person! That's impossible! How could she be the Conrad family's eldest daughter? You must be mistaken!"

He could sense her, the dark-haired woman with amber eyes. Several minutes passed as Dylan followed the link he had found. An image exploded in his head of someone. The same beautiful young woman was now cradling a baby. The baby had amber eyes just like her. The horror, desperation, and fear in those lovely eyes slammed into Connery. He opened his eyes in shock. He was sure now. Destiny was Grace's daughter. *************

Connor's eyes filled with unwillingness as he was taken away in the ambulance. I didn't see Connot after that. It was Oliver who kept me informed about him. Apparently, Connor had done a DNA test with Hazel. Faye had always claimed Hazel was Connor's daughter, born while she was overseas. However, the results proved otherwise—Hazel wasn't his child. Connor no longer wanted the baby Faye was carrying, either, and he forced her to terminate the pregnancy. As for Hazel, Connor had no intention of raising her, but she kept acting just like Faye—crying, playing the victim, and calling him "Daddy" over and over.

“She’s not seeing anyone.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’ve gathered information about her. Here is her address.” Stefan reached for his phone and sent him a text. “If you’d like, we can bring her to you.” Sebastian’s lips curled into a smile. “Boss, can I ask you something?” Sebastian nodded his head. “Miss Corrigan is Connor’s daughter. How did the mafia princess become a cop? I wonder how she managed to stay under the radar of the authorities for so long,” Stefan asked with curiosity.

The page loaded, and the headlines that greeted her were. "Flynn Corporation's Missing Daughter Found.” "Darwin Family's Long-Lost Daughter Grew Up in the Countryside.” A series of news headlines filled her vision, and there was even a video of a press conference. She clicked on the video and saw Colleen at the press conference, covering her face and crying.

She was wearing a designer dress that probably cost more than most people's rent, and she carried herself with the kind of confidence that came from never being told no. I knew exactly who she was. Daughter of Patrick Fitzpatrick, a mid-level associate in the Connelly organization. The kind of family that was useful but not essential. Connected but not powerful. And she'd been chasing after Jameson Connelly for years. "Fiona," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "What a surprise. I didn't realize you were shopping for a wedding dress. Did someone finally propose?" Her smile turned brittle. "I'm not here for a dress. I'm here to see you."

Connor chided her. "Mate? You call that lowlife a mate? Listen here Connor, as far as I am concerned, that girl can never be your mate let alone your Luna. Why is it hard for you to accept those I select for you? Why can't you fall in love with any of them? I don't want that girl. I keep telling you Connor I do not want Carolina” Mirabel is the only daughter-in-law I know and you should better go back and bring her here!" His mom screamed.