Novel & Cerita Re8 Dimitrescu Daughters

His demeanor grew darker and colder, a stark contrast to the lively, partying crowd around them. “Why? Do you want to know what I’m going to say? Why do you want me to see that bastard child so badly?” After drinking, Elaine was a little bolder than usual. Hearing his words, she straightened up and said in a cold voice, “Dave, my daughter has a name! Her name is Reece Qin, not an illegitimate child!”

Dimitri sighed. Taron nodded quickly. “So, where is her mother’s grave?” Dimitri asked, reclining on his chair in deep thought. “St Josephine Diem church, Seville, Spain,” Taron informed. “Spain?” Dimitri asked, “Why in Spain?” Taron shook his head. “She was from London, Whitakers in Romania,” Dimitri wondered, “why Spain though!” “No idea, my lord, I will try to find it from Kira,” Taron replied.

Dimitris Aetos and Charilaus Diamandis. Leonidas was no where. "Exile?" Michalis Laskaris was a man with a calculating gaze and beard he kept stroking, "She mutilated my daughter's hand." "She is a High Family," Dimitris' voice was low but loud enough in the near empty space and he had regained his confidence. "We all know we can sweep this under the carpet and pretend it did not happen but Charilaus believes she needs to be punished." "And she has to be," Charilaus said, his eyes piercing as he stared at his daughter. "Many Familias saw what she had done. If we let her go scot free, questions will arise, if we kill her, they would believe there is disunity amongst us."

“You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!” Dimitri rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I should?” His gaze locked onto Ava’s mother, her features a haunting echo of her daughter’s. “Return my daughter to me this instant!” Mrs. Bianchi begged, her voice cracking. Dimitri’s response was a cold, calculated smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of menace. “The last time I checked, you forcefully thrust her into this world despite my disapproval.”

Sleep with a random guy she had no plans to see again? Raymond Darcy was speaking again, and Dimitri forced himself to concentrate. "..... I would like to introduce you all to my daughter, Kelly Darcy. Who will be joining us from today. She's an amazing human with a wonderful personality and I know you are all going to enjoy working with her" Dimitri smiled at that last comment. Oh, he planned to enjoy working with her alright, he thought.

I thought I should stay strong at least for him. "Dimitri! Dimitri!!" Rebecca's voice came in. "Rebecca? How come you are here?" I asked. " Mr. Damelo what happened to my Echo? Where is she?" she screamed? I didn't speak. I had no answers for her. "You were so strong person. You had so much power in your hands then why? Why did you let this happen to her? Why did you do that?" she cried kneeling down on the floor? "Aunt Rebecca. Don't cry," Dimitri walked to her and wiped away her tears and hugged her tight and cried along with her.

Already demonstrating the kind of command authority that suggested he'd spent the entire time appearing broken actually building an empire. "There's something you should know," Sable said to Elena as they climbed into the vehicle. "Something about Victoria that Victoria herself doesn't know." "What?" Elena asked. "She's not actually Dimitri's daughter," Sable said. He was looking out the window as the vehicle began moving through the tunnels. "She's Anastasia's daughter. Your daughter. Victoria is actually your biological sister." Elena felt her entire world collapse. "That's not" Elena started.

"Victor was my father?" Dimitri nodded. "Yes. He was our father. He created us. He controlled us. He destroyed us." Rex lowered the gun slightly. "Why are you here?" "To help you. To stop the investors. To end the program." Rex's voice was hard. "Why should I trust you?" Dimitri reached into his pocket. Slow. Careful. He pulled out a photograph. A woman. Young. Dark hair. Green eyes. Anna. "She was my mother too."

She was dragging a beautiful woman around mid-forty with dark brown hair and big, blue eyes. The woman's eyes landed on mine and a smile grew on her pale lips. I immediately had a hunch she's the mother of two—or three perhaps, since I saw a young boy behind her having the same features as Rebecca. They must be an identical twins. “Mom,” Reui croaked and smiled to his mother. “Son, how are you? I see you brought a beautiful woman right here. What's her name?” “I'm doing fine. By the way, she's Katia. She's gorgeous, isn't she?” he proudly said that made my cheeks to burn.

Ceres (without looking at her): "I'm not a lie, Mother. I wish you were still someone I could trust." (The words sting. Blythe's hand clenches at her side. Standing among the crowd in his Omega garb, Xavier watches silently.) Elder Moses (raising his staff, his VoiceVoice old but firm): "Ceres of Fresh Meadows, daughter of Vito and Luna Blythe, step forward. Let the fire speak." (The iron gate creaks open. Inside, the Pyre glows white-hot—heat curling the air like a living thing. Ceres walks forward with slow, regal steps.)