Rihanna Daughter Adopted Novels & Stories

I spun around and caught the exact moment my husband Derek locked eyes with her. My stomach lurched. I pressed my hand to my chest. "No," I said, shaking my head. "That's impossible. Ethan misspoke. Derek told me our son was gone, so we adopted." Rachel let out a cold laugh and handed me two documents. One was a photo of Derek at the grocery store, holding the son who had supposedly disappeared. The other was a paternity test confirming Derek and Ethan as a match. The blood drained from my face. Derek stood there with a smirk, silently mouthing: You stupid little fool.

I looked between Sienna and Monet, letting the silence build. "There was a folder that was shoved back in crooked. I pulled it out, expecting something spicy. Maybe embezzlement plans or blackmail files or just something. Something that maybe showed that our parents were not so perfect at all.” I paused “Instead, I got a slap in the face with adoption papers." Sienna sucked in a breath. "Two babies. Six months old. Adopted by Rowan and Monet Chamberlain. No birth mother listed. Just a date. A signature. And two names. Mine. And yours."

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son, Evan Shaw. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.”

Hanna waved her hand in front of Nevea’s face, looking at her innocently. Nevea’s mouth twitched as she noticed how Hanna seemed not to remember all the bad things that happened during their childhood. “Sorry. I have so much on my mind. How are you, Hanna?” “As you can see, I’m living my life perfectly. I was adopted by a loving family not long after you moved, and now I am married to the love of my life.” Hanna grinned and pointed at her bulging belly. “Soon, I will give birth. Amazing, isn’t it?”

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then

"What?" She lets out a sigh. "Yes, Thea. You were right. Chrisanna isn't their biological daughter. You asked me to find out. I did. I asked Flynn to find out everything and this isn't a big secret. Everyone knows she's adopted from the foster home in Dallas" Her eyes remain firm at me as I gasp. "So— okay. Fine!" My voice comes out as a stutter. "Thea, are you getting me? Do you understand what it means?" She asks.

“Ms. Power, I know how sudden and strange this must feel, but I am certain about it. You somehow ended up at their threshold that night, and I am still yet to figure out how that happened. All we know for certain is that you are not the biological daughter of the Power family. Mrs. Power had been barren for years and when you came around, they had no reason to push you away. You were taken to the court at once, and a missing baby ad was placed in the papers there, but it never got here. After a couple of months, they were finally allowed to adopt you legally. They treated you like theirs ever since because they had no reason to act any different. If the adoption process hadn’t been legal, th

Nirvana had been more than shocked when Ria told her about the secret that she went into a daze for like five minutes after hearing it. It was an angle that Nirvana wouldn’t definitely think about if she decided to guess the secret at random, it was hard enough to believe that Kaitlyn was a fake heiress but the fact that she was an adopted daughter of the Moore family was something that Nirvana wouldn’t dream of. It was a secret that was huge and at the same time not.

Anthea managed to answer between her cries as hot tears swam her eyes before falling down her cheeks. “What the fuck!” Roman cursed in utter shock as he stared at her in disbelief. How was that even possible? “Holly shit. How is this possible?” Emilia asked the same question in astonishment as she stared at Anthea with her mouth agape. “How did your daughter reach him?” Emilia shot another question after noticing Anthea’s silence. “He adopted her.” She answered, inhaling sharply. Everything felt so surreal and so hard to believe. Never in her wildest dream did she expect her daughter to be with Rayan. Fate played such a twisted game with them.