Pablo Escobar's Daughter Novels & Stories

I was terrible and deserved to die. "It's ok". Casey said kneeling in front of me and raising my head up so she could look me in the eye. Her green eyes looked more like mine now that they had tears in it. This little girl was my daughter. She was mine. She was the only evidence of Andrea and I. I wrapped my hands around her small frame and cried louder, staining her dress with my tears. But she didn't care, she wrapped her hands around me but it only got to my arm as I was bigger than her. Still that small gesture brought more tears to my eyes.

“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,

His body jerked once before collapsing against the cold floor, his pleading cut short as abruptly as a candle snuffed between two fingers. Silence returned. Smoke drifted lazily from the barrel of Luca's gun. “Take the body away,” I ordered. “Gouge his eyes out and send them to Dario as a gift.” Luca lowered the gun. Then he hesitated. “One more thing, Don.” I looked up. “We found the girl's origin.” “I hope it's something interesting,” I said, settling deeper into the chair and resting one hand on the armrest. “She’s Rafael Alarcón’s daughter,” Luca replied.

he says, his tone light and looking embarrassed. I nod in agreement and press the button again to resume the video. "In the safe behind the bookshelf. The password is your daughter's date of birth," Max says, before coughing. "The girl he killed is named Romina Reyes. She's the daughter of a major chili producer in Mexico." "Shit." Pedro murmurs, and when I look at him, his eyes are tightly closed. Does he know who she is? "You know her?" I ask, looking at him.

Lorenzo sat up.”What?” “It’s true.I don’t know if you must have heard that I lost my daughter when she was a baby.And I spent a few years living in hell without her.We found Cora and we thought we had found my daughter.But it turns out everything about Cora has been a lie.Can you please tell me about Fabiola?About her parents?” “You think she might be your daughter?” “She might be.Please tell me about her.”

he rasped, shaking his head as if denying it would rewrite the truth. Talana stepped forward, each footstep echoing in the cavernous space. She crouched beside him, her fingers tilting his chin up so he was forced to look at her. “Say it,” she whispered, her tone lethal. Pablo’s lips trembled. “You—” “I am the daughter of the woman you murdered, Father! I'm the granddaughter of your biggest enemy!" The words were cold, calculated, and full of the vengeance that had been simmering for years.

Jason squirmed. “Isabella helped me.” Enrique perked up at this new information. The man looked like a dog with a bone. “Isabella Francisco Javier.” He raised a brow. “Javier’s daughter, the previous leader of (Los soldados del Diablo) the devil’s soldiers.” Jason nodded his head. “When I turned sixteen, I went to her. She always treated me well, even though after what my father did. She told me whenever I wanted out, I should contact her.” He hummed. “You mean after your father killed hers?” Again, he nodded.

I put my hands in my lap to appear more innocent. "He's George's son?" She asked, impressed, looking toward my room. "The one and only." "Alright," she replied with poorly feigned indifference. "Really? I think he's..." "He's handsome, Minerva. Such a handsome man!" She fidgeted in her seat and stifled a squeal of excitement about Christopher. I chuckled at her reaction and patted her head. We fell silent for a few moments, and then we heard a mobile phone ring. Isabela took her bag and rummaged inside it for her phone. She answered and gave brief responses to the person on the other end of the line.

"Luna Irene, I didn't know you were here. Let me tell you about this prostitute! She poisoned my son and now took a huge sum of money from us! Can you believe it?" "I don't care believe it because this is my daughter you're accusing and about to slap." My mother warned, stepping closer. The Luna swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Irene and me. "Your daughter? She's Isabella DaSilva?" Peron's mother gulped, looking back and forth with sweat beads all over her forehead. "That can't be possible Luna. She's a prostitute. I even found evidence that suggests she stole a significant amount of money from…"

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”