Re8 Dimitrescu Daughters Novels & Stories

Reign pressed, Eric following behind him, "Who's my father?" "I am," Zeus confessed. Reign looked as if he would be sick, "You and my mother? My mother and her father?!" "No, no baby, he's not my father," Eve answered. We all froze in shock. "What the Hell do you mean he's not your father?!" Dimitri angrily grunted. "How stupid are you?" Eve snapped, "I was fucking Zeus before I fucked you." I could see the hurt in Dimitri's eyes as he adjusted his grip on the gun, "What the fuck are you talking about? Reign was the only reason I stuck around. That is the only reason I tolerated Callista and put up your Zeus's bullshit!"

“Morning, sunshine.” He doesn’t blink. “Nice to see you making time for family business between your recreational activities.” “Define recreational,” I say. “Don’t.” Valesquez slides a folder across the mahogany. “Start talking.” “Private club. Dancing. Drinks. Went upstairs. She was—” “Skip the pornography,” PR cuts in. “Did you know who she was?” “No.” “Do you know now?” Dimitri asks. “Yeah.” My father’s palm slams the table hard enough to make the crystal water glasses jump. “Michael Orlando’s daughter. You think this is funny?”

The elder daughter looked like her mother but with blonde hair, while the youngest was a mixture having her mother's face and hair but father’s eyes and smile. “Is her family. My Beta Damon Petridis and their children Zoe, Alexander, and Regina.” he explained, pointing to each person, his arm brushing mine as his chest pressed into my back. “This is my Gamma’s family. Ezio Salvi, his mate Dayna, and their son Valter. And this is my Delta Gionata Cavallo with his mate Tasha and their daughter Dania.” he continued to point out pictures.

"What's taking so long? Is she pretending to sleep again?" She marched into the room and saw Dad frozen by the bedside, which instantly set her off. "She's definitely faking it! She just doesn't want us to buy a crib for Beau! Let's just ignore her and go... Beau's waiting." Dad did not move, staring at my body on the bed as his voice rose with emotion. "She's our child too." Mom shrieked. "She is not! Beau is my only child! She's the murderer who killed Beau!"

He asks while tightly embracing me, his little arms tightly clasping my waist as his head rests on my chest. “I came as soon as I could.” “Osiris saw us and she got looped into the dance competition.” Mari chortles. Dmitry’s face contorts into a grimace as Mari says Osiris’ name. “I’m sorry I missed it.” He frowns. “Well, come see my entry!” “Is it true?” I say seriously. He gives a puzzled expression. “You let Mari see before me?!” A mischievous smile flashes across his face. “Maybe I like her more.”

Dimitri says. I smile at Cathal, reaching my hand down to take his. He very carefully takes my hand in his. “I have an announcement to make,” Dimitri’s voice echoes out over the room, snapping my attention back to him. “I’m sure many of you have realized that I’ve been on the hunt for someone and that after finding her, she’s been sharing my room and spending time with my son,” he says before turning to me. “This woman is Ayda,” he says, sliding his hand over my hair before turning back to the group.

However, who surprised me was Dimitri who cupped her cheeks and made her look him in the eye. “You are my son’s wife and daughter, an Ivanov. You will do what you see right and will know that you have your family standing by your side” Dimitri said keeping his eyes on hers. Mom looped her arm with mine and laid her head on my bicep, watching as Dimitri spoke to Kiara “whatever it is they tell you. No matter who they claim is your father or mother, you do NOT belong to them as a family member. You are my family, my daughter, Mia’s daughter, Grace, Madeline, Claudia, Adrian, and Vladimir’s sister, Nikolay’s wife, and the mother of my grandchildren. And I will not allow you to forget that for a

"When the only people he should hold grudges against are those directly responsible for mum and dad's death." Rebecca exhales a disheartened sigh and begins. "Well, 18 years ago when Katie was a few months old. Our parents took us on a business trip to Dubai. I started crushing on someone there, his name was Omar El Fateen, and he was the son of the man my father was negotiating business with. But we had no idea that the El Fateens were covertly involved with the Doucette mafia. At the time my mother wanted nothing to do with uncle Dimitri because she felt the Mafia lifestyle would negatively influence Vladimir who was only 12 years old then. So my mother ceased contact with uncle Dimitri. M

Miklos reached out and tugged Darya’s ponytail, “you have a date tonight so he’s at his offices clearing everything up because tomorrow is Monday and according to him, you’re both not going to be able to walk so he’s clearing his calendar.” Darya turned to face him, her face pink, “he did not say such a thing.” Dimitra smirked, “also mentioned something about a lot of lube.” “My parents are here!” Magda shrieked as she hid her face in her palms on the table. Lois spoke up. “Dimitra showed me the website of the club you used to own. I find it fascinating. I mean morally questionable, but fascinating. It truly makes me want to study the physiological –”

"How pathetic can you be, Dimitri, blaming an innocent girl for something she had no control over." My father flinched but straightened his back, trying to regain control of the situation. "You must be mistaken, Alpha King," he said, his voice wavering. "I have two daughters. It was my eldest, Demetria, who was meant to be your mate. Not her." He pointed at me with a sneer. "She stole what was rightfully her sister’s." The words echoed in the silence, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.