Pablo Escobar's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

He tried to process the words, but they wouldn’t settle. Celine Santos. The daughter of the president. "Wait," Caleb’s voice cracked, his mind struggling to catch up with the revelation. "You’re telling me… that Zoey was the president’s daughter?"

Suddenly, she stopped scrolling, her finger hovering over a single comment and her smile slowly faded away. "I heard she has a daughter, and she claims its Chairman Romero's daughter. Lana Fernandez, we know its not. The entire city knows of your frivolous act a few years ago with two different men. Just drop the act already and come clean. The child is just a bastard which you're trying to use to claim inheritance on Romero Empire. Get over yourself already, and I wish your sick little bastard dies!"

** **“Daughter of Camila Antonio Speaks Out: Secrets, Death, and a Legacy War.” **“Blood, Betrayal, and Boardrooms—The Antonio Saga Unfolds.”** Ximena sat up slowly, heart pounding. “What the hell—” Her finger trembled slightly as she clicked the first link. There she was. **Isabela.** Perfect hair. Flawless makeup. Calm, poised, and infuriatingly convincing. The headline on the screen read: **“EXCLUSIVE: Isabela Antonio Speaks—‘My Mother Died for the Truth.’”**

the pale woman shrieked as she couldn't hold back any longer. Meanwhile, the CEO tried to remain rational. "You can't accuse carelessly." Unexpectedly, Amber shook her head with a disdainful expression. "We have the evidence. But before that, let me show you who Gabriella really is.” As soon as Gabriella's tenth birthday photo was shown, several people gasped and sighed in disbelief. "That girl is his daughter?" “Everything makes sense now." "That girl wants to avenge her parents." Hearing all the commotion, the corner of Amber's lips lifted. "Gabriella is the daughter of a Quebracha employee who died on the job."

OWEN I never hesitated during a kill. This was business. It was meant to be a smooth in and out. Probably cut off some hands, some toes, an ear… some slow torture before I called it a night. Nobody told me Miguel had a daughter—a redhead, to be precise. She sat there on the dirty floor, begging for her father's life, even if we both knew that it would be a lot easier for her to just let me put him down, to make sure she would not have more debts to clear in the future.

“From Cuba. That’s where they’re from. She’s not Beauty Brooks. She’s Lucía Rivas—daughter of El Padre Rivas.” The silence that followed was brutal. “She’s his only daughter. Eric was one of his top smugglers. When Rivas got taken down, Beauty came here to Dubai with one mission—to rebuild his network using you.” Judah’s heart slowed, thudding like war drums in his ears. “Using me?”

I shake my head, trying to make my brain think this is less than what it is. “Miss Fairchild,” I hear a woman say, and I raise my head to see a police officer standing in front of me. “My name is Estella Chavez, and I am the lead detective on your mother’s case. I was wondering if you would mind answering some of my questions?” She asks, and I look at Steph, and she nods at me, standing up to leave us alone. “Sure,” I say, and she sits next to me, grabbing a small notepad.

Because the little girl he couldn't kill years ago look cute, innocent, and scared, not hot, over sexy, aggressive, and ready to fight. He scoffed, placed his elbows on the table, and buried his head in his huge palms. "I don't know how it worked out well or how she had escaped and survived but Alita and Gio are children of a couple your father had executed long ago" Rocco started "When I checked, I was still in your father prison when you went with him. If I am not mistaken, I would say you know her as Alita Roberto the daughter of Casey and Jay Roberto who escaped with her one-day-old brother Gio twelve years ago"

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.