Miriam Rodriguez Daughter Novels & Stories

Maria Rodriguez born in Mexico, she moved to New York when she was 8 years with her mother and father who were both born in Mexico city. She met her now best friend Jason Mendez when her mother was working with Jason's family has a maid. She used to help her mother with the house chores. Jason is a rich boy, his mother Jessica and father James Mendez are Businessman and woman. Jason's father owns a Company called "Mendez Corporation" his mother Jessica owns a clothing line called "SiSi's clothing."

“Mom!” Miranda couldn’t believe her ears. “Did the fireworks blow your wits out of your brain? Charlotte Simmons is the daughter of that old tramp, Kourtney Kleinman. She’s the little tramp whom you’ve been trying so hard to remove from our home, and you’re calling her your daughter-in-law?” Annalita shot Miranda a glare. “Mimi, I’ve taught you from a young age never to talk about someone behind their back. Why are you bad-mouthing her over and over again?”

I wanted to watch his world crumble the way mine felt like it was crumbling right now, standing here being introduced as nothing, as nobody, as a problem to be explained away. But I loved him. God help me, I loved him. And love, I was learning, meant protecting people even from the consequences they deserved. "Actually, I'm the daughter of Beatrice's business partner," I said, and I watched Aurelio's shoulders drop with relief so profound it was almost insulting. "My father works with Beatrice, and she's been kind enough to take me under her wing. I'm studying under her mentorship, she's teaching me about business." Miriam's face lit up with understanding, all the awkward tension dissolving

He walked towards my mum as he removed my mums hands from mine and I smiled of relief and when I turned to Kira, I could see that she was upset. “Ariana is a daughter of this family. She is a Rodriguez “ he said and I smiled to myself, I never thought that one day, my dad would defend me. “She is a Rodriguez but she has done something utterly despicable and….” Before mum could complete her statement, my dad had already raised his hand in the air, commanding silence.

That changes everything. Moriah My name is Moriah Regina, and I am a prodigy in psychiatry. Daughter of one of the most prestigious doctors of the 20th century I lay on the floor sobbing. What I discovered today was something that completely unsettled me. Now I had a reason to move on, my father, my life. That is why I will get out of here and fight for what is mine.

*Rosie Fay-Donovan* TEN YEARS LATER “Are Uncle Liam and Aunt Gaby coming to my birthday party?” Matias asked excitedly while we all gathered at the dining table to have breakfast. We named our second born after Matias, as a way to honor him and everything he did for our family. His death against Royce had a great impact on us—Archie especially—and when I suggested the idea while I was still pregnant, I could see the glint of approval and gratitude in Archie’s eyes.

Erica cried out. "You are going with me!" Miriam said looking mean. "I insist that you are going no where with Erica, you can go to where ever you want with Joan" Andrew shouted. "She is my daughter too and I would not have you take her away from me!" Miriam cried out. Tears clogged her eyes. "You should have thought about her when you decided to treated her like an animal!" Andrew yelled snatching Erica's hand off Miriam's. "Let the girl make her decision" Miriam said turning to Erica.

Zoe says shrugging her shoulders and taking Mira's drink. "So you're just using Emilio?" Mira asks, snatching her drink back and downing everything in one go. Zoe always tried to bully Mira, but Mira was always a bully so she never let anyone walk all over her. She was the daughter of Eric Camorra, he wasn't the nicest guy either, but he was tolerable whenever you got to know him personally. "No, he's actually really sweet" Zoe blushed, smiling over in Emilio's direction.

Some corporate merger that would make him look good at the country club? She thought about her mother. Sarah Wellington, who’d died when Miriam was just six months old. The mother she’d never known, never gotten to hug, never heard say “I love you.” Would Sarah have let this happen? Would she have stood by and watched her daughter be traded like property? No. Miriam was sure of that, even though she’d never known her mother. Sarah wouldn’t have allowed it. But Sarah was gone, had been gone for twenty-four years, and Miriam was alone in this house with people who saw her as an obstacle to be removed.

"And for the love of the gods, tell Mother Liora to stop meddling. This is my daughter. My decision." "And I’m your friend, Miriam," Terra softly replied. "As your friend, I’m giving you wise counsel. This will not end well. Fine, we all agree she’s your daughter, but you can’t shield her forever. If this continues, you might put her at even greater risk. I’m begging you, stop. You’re going to have to face her, and Mother Liora, eventually." "I’m not interested in talking to Mother Liora again," I said coldly.