Richard Madden Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Maddison's voice was calm, almost conversational, but her eyes were watching my reaction carefully, and it felt like she was enjoying every bit of what was happening. "That's..." I shook my head, trying to process what she was saying. "That's impossible. You're talking about Gia? My daughter? There's no way she would ever do something like that." Maddison reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said softly. "Because I was hoping this wasn't true either." She smiled. She tapped her screen a few times, then turned the phone toward me. "But I'm afraid I have proof."

Richard was saying this when Judy interrupted him. 'That means you love my mummy, right?' she asked in a hopeful gleam. Beaming her discombobulated teeth at her supposed father. Judy's eyes melted Richard's heart further. He knew that he did not stand a chance and that there was no need to try and resist his daughter's charm. 'Okay then darling, I have seen your mummy, and she is pretty and well-spoken and a little bit decent, but I do not know if she is kind or mean...'

maria said oh the video, "My real name is Maria Dante, I am the daughter of The once famous business partner of Mr Madison, my father had three known sons who we all know, I am his oldest daughter whom he has while he was in high school, I am here to tell you all that Mr madison isnt who he says he is, he killed my father and refused to give my brothers what belonged to our late father, he also refused the fact that they began the company together, he is an evil man, all the drama in his family right now is caused because he killed Saul's baby mama hence the reason why

The kind of place my mom picked when she wanted to impress Richard, which was always, because my mother had been glowing like a woman reborn ever since she started dating him and I didn't have the heart to ruin it. I was seated between Miles and my mother. Across from Richard – tall, silver-templed, the kind of handsome that came with money and good genetics. He was warm in a practiced way. Polished. And next to Richard, directly across from me, was his son. Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. Scar through the eyebrow. Grey eyes that hadn't left my face since I walked in and realized that God had a sense of humor and it was cruel.

“She drove me to my death! And all that for what? So she could have a lovey-dovey life with Trent?” “She never forgot about you…” “How convenient.” He grunted, hissing. “Do me a favor, Leo. Just shut the fuck up. Don't try to defend her. And butt the fuck out. Whatever I decide to do with her is certainly not your business.” “It is. I'm afraid it is. She's Richard's daughter. Of course, she's my business. And her father, our friend, is in the hospital. You should go visit him. Where have you been, man? If you were here sooner, then maybe Richard wouldn't have gotten so bad.”