Pablo Escobar's Daughter Novels & Stories

“Did they say who is leading this resurgence?” The attacker hesitated. “A woman.” My attention sharpened. “Name.” “They call her Isabella.” The name meant nothing immediately. But women did not rise in dormant mafia structures without blood and intelligence. I left the room. Back upstairs, Marcus joined me. “We’re pulling prison visitation logs now,” he said. “Preliminary records show Morales had one consistent visitor during his last year.” “Who?” “His daughter.” I paused. “Age.” “Twenty-two now.”

Lord Dino began, his voice cracking with confusion and anger. But the line went dead, a sharp beep cutting through the Escobar living room like a slap. Wilberforce stared at his phone, his face flushed crimson with rage. He jabbed the call button again, desperate. Nothing, no ringing. It had surprisingly gone ‘switched off.’ “Damn it!” he bellowed, hurling the phone onto the coffee table. He turned on the couple, his finger shaking with fury. “If anything, I mean anything, happens to my daughter, your son will pay for it with every last drop of Escobar blood, do you hear me?!”

It wasn't a question, but Catalina nodded anyway. "I'm Carmen." The woman's smile was tired. "My daughter was in the Bogotá facility. They took her three years ago. Said she was special, that they needed to run tests." Her voice cracked slightly. "I haven't seen her since." "I'm sorry," Catalina said, because what else could she say?

I really want to see her but I need to take care of Pablo because he's crossing the line with my woman. I sent Caesar to carry some of my mafiosos to Pablo's mansion I don't want violence because I know Pablo will never die he's like a god of death who never dies even if I kill him in my send errands to another unknown human to execute his long-lost plan same thing with his father he took after his father Escobar. His father was my dad's greatest enemy, he would always kill one of my dad's mafiosos, but I don't want to be aggressive with Lily. I am trying to be the type of man she deserves, I want to have her in my arms all day.

“Fine. Go ahead.” Carmina gave a sharp smile. “I might already have a lead.” I inhaled sharply. “Where?” “Colombia. A small cartel splinter group has been moving unusually quiet shipments. My father believes Pablo is using them to stay off-grid.” I leaned forward, my heart pounding. “Do we have a name?” “Not yet. One of our informants says there's a man, he could be Pablo's proxy.” I clenched my fists. “If he’s using a proxy, it means he’s close. He never delegates far from himself.”

Hidden away. "So?" "So we've been trying to identify her. To see if she's still alive. If she's a threat." Something about his tone made me nervous. "And?" Elder Joseph looked at me for a long moment. "The daughter's name was Lola." Everything stopped. The world. My breath. My heartbeat. "What did you say?" "Lola. Your sister. The girl your parents adopted." Elder Joseph's voice was gentle. Sad. "She's the rebel leader's daughter. She has his blood."

Speaking of Aaliyah, she was nowhere to be seen, while Madeline had already been arrested. “But you must know, Valeria got her babies,” Pablo said, and my heart stopped. Yes, Pablo is the one who turned Valeria’s fake friend, Fiona, who turned out to be her half-sister, over. She was arrested as well, while Pablo was freed because of Millie’s condition. Since he’s the father, he would be judged after the baby is born.

“The daughter was known to escape to Japan and this woman died soon after her death.” Elio closed his eyes tightly. This was exactly what he was scared of. “We lost some of her contacts but people say that a woman who was named after a flower perhaps took the responsibility of the daughter and moved out with her.” He said. “Named after a flower?” Elio’s secretary asked. Will nodded. “Well yeah, that was what the people remembered. The daughter was known as Scarface.” “Named after a Rose, followed by her daughter…” Elio tried to match the pieces. “Is the woman known to have a garden?”

She was the daughter of Sebastian Hernandez, the second most feared gangster and the girl had inherited a lot of traits from her dad. She didn't tell anything about it to Ara. The girl knew how to fight her battle on her own. "Ary, what is postison?" she asked innocently while raising her arms so that she could put the dress over. Ara furrowed her brows in confusion. "Postison?" Ara asked as she pulled the hem of her dress to her knees. "A girl in my class said my mom was a postison," she told her. Ara froze. Killian had told her abouther parents and the fact that her mother was a former prostitute. She felt anger building inside her. How come a child find out about it.

"Yes." [Listen to yourself, Rome! Didn't you initiate a shoot-to-kill order for the fucking man two days ago? Then you changed your mind and thought that he was better alive when you auctioned him to the black market! Then, during the auction itself, you changed your mind again and ended up buying him for a whopping $375 million. And what now? You are ordering us to release the Montecillo shipyard heir!] "I got bored." [Fuck that!] His hand instantly put his phone away from his ear when Escobar screamed. Accidentally, his glance then landed on the sleeping woman he left on the bed.