Pablo Escobar's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.”

It was bittersweet, though, because now she had a lot of questions that she couldn’t seem to find answers to. She never thought about it before, but now she wanted to search for answers to questions that she should have sought the truth about a long time ago. It seemed impossible that Escobar was sold to her Uncle Ferit. They didn’t need the money. They were wealthy. Even though her father and mother got sick, their medical expenses couldn’t possibly drain the entire Escobar estate. And if it were true that Escobar was lost, her parents surely had money in the bank, money that she didn’t know about and, strangely, she never received. She didn’t even know where the bank book was anymore.

“I can’t give you much more time.” Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.

said Franco. “What if it’s positive? Won’t you tell her the truth?” Dylan asked. “It’s not possible, Dylan.” “It’s impossible, Dylan. She’s Kuya Carlos and Ate Kellie’s daughter. If she is my daughter, how come she went to Kuya Carlos?” Franco asked. Dylan didn’t say a word. Gaby approached Franco, and she hugged her Uncle’s body. “Haist, I’m jealous, Franco, Gaby always hugs you,” Isabel said.

he said slowly with his mean eyes staring at Scot who was standing a few meters away from him. “I need to know why you ghosted me all these while and fled out of the state with my money, Leaving no results,” he inquired. Scot sighed and rubbed his palm on his head nervously. “Actually, there was a result,” he spilled and his eyes raised in curiosity. “Yes, I found out the truth of the little girl your wife claimed was Isabel," he said again. He sat up right on the sofa with curiosity spilling all over his face. “Her name is Elena, not Isabel. She is the daughter of Barbara’s younger sister, Maria. It happened that she shares a striking resemblance with Isabel, your daughter and I guess that

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

and she just smiled at him sweetly. “I want to show you something” suddenly Pablo said and that made Lexie alert. What the hell is trying to do this pervert? If he tries to ruin…but before she could react, Pablo shows Adam and Natalie an old photo, a little bit blurry. You could recognize him and Lexie in that photo. “This is proof that I am not wrong,” he insisted. “She is my lost daughter”

“Then she died.” “And your father… he tracked the hospital, found the baby, and paid off the doctors to be quiet, then he took the child.” I took a shaky breath, eyes fixed on him. “Alejandro… We both know I’m that child.” The silence between us was deafening. “I’m Elisabetta’s daughter. Born out of pain and raised in lies.” I looked him straight in the eye.

Gabriella yelled. She was still trying to wrap her head around the sudden news about her parents not being her actual parents, and now he was telling her this shitty story. "You are Lombardi's daughter, and not just any of his daughters, his first daughter." "I am not Lombardi's daughter. I am Gabriella Diaz," Gabriella retorted. She couldn't be the daughter of a Mafia lord, never.

Unfortunately or fortunately Saul was killed hours later, and despite suspecting who ordered it, it was a death without blame. My fingers take on a life of their own and I type Augusto Leal's name on the keyboard of my notebook, look up and check that the door is locked, as if I was going to do something wrong. I feel my brow furrow and my face pucker as I read the news. "Governor Augusto Leal informs that the eldest daughter and her first grandchild are in good health. The businessman visited his daughter several times during the short interval in which she was hospitalized. He informs that the family always comes first."