Richard Madden Daughter Novels & Stories

“Name it.” Ross considered this for a moment. Then he said, “You have a daughter.” Richard froze. “No,” he whispered, knowing fully well what Ross was driving at. “Rebecca Jefferson is your daughter, right? She is a very interesting young woman. I heard she is doing very well in the modelling industry,” Ross said calmly. “Young. Healthy. Valuable. A lot of my clients will find her very intriguing.” Richard shook his head violently. “Absolutely not.” Ross’s expression darkened. “You want me to carve your son open instead?”

She opens the refrigerator and pulls out milk, eggs, cheese and a container of diced veggies, then bends over to take a frying pan out from one of the lower cabinets. I divert my eyes again as Aiden downs the last of his coffee and stands. "I'm outta here." He nods to me. "See ya later, man. Are you up for a ride tomorrow? It's supposed to be warm." I'm always up for a ride. "Hell yeah." "Dad, I'm making omelettes. Don't you want one before you go?" "I don't have time today. I'm sure Tor will eat one, though." He kisses her forehead. "I'll be home around four. We'll have dinner together."

Leonard said. "Who was the last person you were with?" Richard asked. He did not want to say that name out loud as it disgusted him. Leonard thought about it and his expression changed. No way would Mandy do such a thing to me. Seeing his expression, Richard knew that he had thought through. "It is as you think." "No way. How could that be? There is no way Mandy could do such a thing. I have treated her like my daughter ever since she was young." Leonard said. He could not believe it and started to cough profusely.

It was a message request on I*******m from someone named "Ava Edgar." Richard’s entire body went rigid. His hands started trembling as he opened the message. "Hi. My name is Ava. I’m your daughter. The one you left behind. I want to meet you. I need to talk to you. Please." Time seemed to stop. Daniel noticed the change in Richard’s expression. "What is it?" Richard looked up slowly, a strange expression crossing his face, part fear, part shock, and part something else entirely. "It’s Ava," he whispered. "Rita. My daughter. She wants to meet me."

she asked me. “Your daddy didn't tell you?” asked Madison, who was now very obviously drunk, “he blackmailed investors to pull out of the company.” Elaine looked horrified. She looked at her father with her mouth wide open, “Daddy, is this true?” Richard looked at Madison, who had revealed him to his daughter, as if he wanted to smash her head against a wall. “Let's go sweetheart,” Richard said, “and we're calling off the engagement. Brandon clearly does not deserve you.”

“I know that you are more than capable of handling the company. Forget whatever I might have said in the heat of anger. I trust your judgement. And I just want you to live a happy life. “You have no idea how priceless it is to have kids, and look at someone you brought into this world. I would like to experience that again, through you, by getting a grandchild.. and an heir. Please, Chase.” Chase sounded exasperated. “Just start getting treatments. Please.” “I will. By weekend, my treatments will begin at the hospital.” Richard said. There was a brief silence, before his father spoke up again. “Have you, by any chance heard from Mackenzie? Nobody seems to have heard from her. I called her fa

She didn't forget about the woman who was there from the start. "I mean, YOUR DAUGHTER, MELISSA MILLAR OR SHOULD I SAY MELISSA JONES." She said in a clear voice while looking at that corner with a smirk. "Melissa, you can come out now. It must be so hard to stay in the dark, right?" She said with a smirk and soon enough the woman from the dark came in the light and removed the shawl from her face. There she was! Melissa Millar, the MM Queen or should she say Melissa Jones, Richard's hidden daughter.

Richard nods. “She is not dead, Maddison.” He says quietly and I gasp. Strong arms wrap around me just then, and I look back to see Liam sitting behind me. I didn’t even hear him come into the clearing. “What do you mean she is not dead?” “Just that. She is a prisoner of my son, but she is not dead.” “Richard, do you know what you are saying?” He nods. “I do, and before I say anything else I have a request to make.”

Richard inquired. "She's my goddaughter," I replied and the office fell into an uneasy silence. "Who is she, really?" Richard prodded again. "She's Samuel Coleman's daughter," I mumbled. "You mean, Coleman Airways?" Richard asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Yes," I murmured. "Wow, Bran, you've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "I'm not." "Damn! W…wait a sec, isn't she the missing girl?"

Naomi rattled off a whole list of names, and finally, Maldric realized—she’d completely erased Kael and everyone connected to him from her memory. His eyes narrowed slightly. Looked like he’d have to get more details from Atlas. As for his daughter forgetting Kael? That was the best thing that could’ve happened. When Maldric brought his daughter home, Mrs. Madelyn Swift was in the living room trimming flowers in an elegant blouse. Time seemed to have favored this woman—there was hardly a trace of age on her face. Madelyn turned her head, just about to tell her husband she had bought a stunning bouquet of roses, when she suddenly saw the daughter she hadn’t laid eyes on in nearly two years.