Novel & Cerita Re8 Dimitrescu Daughters

I stood with a sigh and headed down to meet the rest of my family. “Ready to head out?” My father asked as I entered the room. My mother and I both nodded to him before following him out to the carriage. Princess Rein was left with her nanny, she was only ten and had not made her debut yet. Once she turned 15 she would make her way into society officially. The ride to the Sparrow estate was still tense. You could’ve cut the air with a knife, my mother fidgeted in the carriage due to it. Tensions between my father and me were still quite high. After I outright rejected the Duke's daughter to the Duke's face, my father and I had countless arguments following that day.

“No, I don't know her. Who is she? “He found out with curiosity hovering around me. “Dimitri's wife is also the mother of Dominic, her son with the lord. “Next to Aleksander's father? "Yes," he confirms. I can't believe it, if he also made his life, it's not fair that he vilely committed himself to my... to Elena. I can't call her mom again. I admit that there is resentment, resentment arises from me, I cannot change it, for the moment it is the feeling that appears when I remember her. Alena adds”: Dominic is seventeen years old, he is a good boy. He doesn't look like Dimitri's son, he's good.

“She's… Belinda's granddaughter?” He sighs and adjusts himself, ready to lie back down on the bed. “They are not actually on good terms after Gianna chooses to be part of this dark world.” “But Belinda said… her granddaughter used to be here…” “She's talking about Giselle. Gianna's older sister. Dimitri’s ex-wife.” My jaw fell. “Dimitri was married before?!” His brows rose and turned to me, propping his arm on the bed with his palm resting on his cheek.

I say taking my seat just as Dimi comes walking into the dinning room. "Okay what do you guys need to talk to me about" I can see she's worried about what we have to say but she doesn't say anything about it. Dimitri takes his seat and starts talking. "Where do I even start, okay so along time ago one of our allies daughter was taken from him due to a arranged marriage his wife didn't agree with. She took the little girl one day while he was out doing business" Dimitri takes a sip of his tea then continues telling her a short version of the truth "The little girl and her mother disappeared, know ones been able to find them, but this morning when I came home and found that you weren't in Roma

Dimitri stared at the screen like it might solve him. He’d never hesitated before. Never questioned the rightness of knowing. Information was power. In business, it was armor. In family, it was survival. But this wasn’t just a file. This was a four-year-old girl with curls like silk thread and eyes that tilted like his when she smiled. Zoe Petrova. Mother: Anya Petrova. Father: Not listed. The field sat there—blank, like a dare.

Removing his seat belt he opens the door briskly and gets out and I do the same rushing to where he was. “I’m so sorry ma… I” Dimitri says, stunned like he had seen a ghost. “Melissa…” He says. young late thirties topped dusting dirt if herself her lip in.a thin lip of anger. “Glad to see you too Dimitri” she says sarcastically thanks for the damage, waving her hand at the flower pot that was broken. “Who is she?” I whispered but the lady heard me looking from head to toe. “She’s former luna of the pack, Melissa Perry, Jaden’s mother”

“But… I think Mama switched the salt with sugar.” Igor raised an eyebrow. “That explains why my teeth ached after the first bite.” Tatiana pointed her fork at both of them. “Enough. You two.” Dimitri sighed and looked at his wife. “See? Our daughter’s closer to my cousin than her own father.” Tatiana leaned back in her chair. “Maybe we should try again. A second child might appreciate you more.” Dimitri turned, shocked. “Tatiana, we’re still eating!”

“You didn’t come all this way just for a sunset.” Dimitry leaned against the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon. “No. I didn’t.” Roman waited. “We’re still looking for her,” Dimitry said eventually. “Our sister. She was just a baby when she disappeared.” Roman glanced at him. “Disappeared?” Dimitry nodded once. “She was pregnant,” “Full term. Due any day.” Roman’s brow furrowed. “It was her third child. A girl,” Dimitry added. “We all knew. We were… excited, actually. It had been a long time since anyone in the family had looked forward to something. Viktor was thrilled. My father couldn’t stop talking about her.”

I miss everything from her. She was by my side, I had everything safe and under control, we were happy, she was now my wife, our children were still in her stomach, and then that damn New Years party ruined it all. I should have known better that Maven fucking Dimitriou wouldn't just give up on everything. Took his sister from me, even though his name was blacklisted at that damn prague party. And he didn't do it without help Reagan de Sanctis. I couldn't stop myself from destroying him, and I couldn't hold back any more satisfaction when I did. Crush it into small pieces until no one else can pick up the pieces themselves.

Simply looking at these flowers will uplift your spirits and send you good energy from another plane of existence. Which I believed is partly true. But who is she? "His daughter." I jumped back and abruptly turned around to face him, Cleo. His right hand is occupied with a pink hyacinth bouquet. "It's her favorite." he suddenly muttered. "A pink hyacinth." So, Celine is Dimitri's daughter. My eyes lifted at the tombstone. Dimitri seems lost from the past he had been holding up for years. Is that why he buried her a few meters away from the mansion?