Pablo Escobar's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

Drake: Your Majesties… is there a problem with my daughter being your son's soulmate? Charles: Alpha Drake? Is this young woman really your daughter? I thought she was missing… Drake: Yes, she was kidnapped when she was two years old; her poor mother died of grief. For sixteen years, I searched everywhere for her, but I couldn't find her. Her kidnapper had imprisoned her.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

After counting the number on it, he muttered, "I have not said that I don't want it." "Don't bother her anymore. I'll get the driver to drive you away." Ronald said as he took out his phone to call the driver outside. "I can leave, but it's only 5 million. My daughter is worth more than that. Mr. Marquez, we will meet again someday." Having carefully kept the cheque, Pablo stood up and walked out with a complacent look on his face. Looking at his back, Ronald sneered. He thought, "Elizabeth, you are a stupid woman. This is the father that you would rather to sell yourself so as to save."

He concluded with a grin which looked rather mischievous. “It's not what you think, father. I swear, it's not, I just ….” Eva stuttered aimlessly while trying to defend herself but was interrupted by Pablo Escobar. “If you ever think of turning against me, I won't hesitate to end you just the same way I made you.” He uttered with an evil grin, making Eva shudder in fear on her stand as well as looking totally speechless.

"Anyway, you'll never guess who it is?" "It wasn't Michael, was it?" She scowled. "No, it was Pablo." I said, and her eyes widened. "He came? Why? I thought he didn't want anything to do with you?" She gasped. "Same, but apparently, he was just too shocked and confused that day; that's why he left. He has confirmed that I am his daughter, and he wants me to go with him to the Amadeo mansion." I replied. "Oh, did you say yes?" She muttered, and I nodded.

I quickly averted my eyes as I fiddle with my fingers. "Her name is Malia Gonzalez." Ivy answered. My gaze remained down. "Hmm, Gonzalez. The name rings a bell."He said. "Of course it does." Ivy said. "She is the only daughter of a ruthless Mafia boss. East Gonzalez." My heart clenched the minute my dad's name rolled out of her mouth. "You have got to be kidding me." He said, sounding surprised. "I am serious, Carlos." Ivy said, chuckling. "Whoa. You have the daughter of East Gonzalez in your custody?" He asked.

Isla is still our daughter. Tbc

"He is fine. You know his always busy with work. What of your fiancé? Where is he?" "He isn't back from work yet" "Okay. What's so urgent that you need to needs to see me?" "Mom, there is this girl that has been an obstacle in my way ever since she came here" "Which girl? Who is she? Have I met her before?" "No...not really. It's my father-in-law's new caretaker they hired. Evans keeps supporting her and sees me like the evil villian" "Where is she?" "She is in jail"

The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body. They had arrested the man who killed me. When he confessed to his crimes, he mentioned killing me. Through his confessions, the police located my body. "Why did he kill our daughter?" My parents wanted an answer. The police officers exchanged glances before looking at them with a troubled look. Brian asked once more. "Why?" "It's best if you watch the video for yourself," an officer replied. It was the footage of the day that I was taken away. Of course, the scene where Summer abandoned me and ran off was also captured.