Novel & Cerita Sylvester Stallone's Daughters

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"I can't believe I have a daughter." When we pulled apart, he was crying openly. I was too. "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I wanted to be calm and composed." "It's okay," I said. "I'm crying too." Thomas noticed Tony holding Emma. "Is this your husband? And is that a baby?" "This is Tony Stark. He's my friend and business partner." I didn't know how else to explain what Tony was to me. "And this is my daughter, Emma Grace. She's eight months old."

He frowns and his frown only deepens as he reads the letter. “Dad! Did you know about this?” he asks, holding up my letter. “What is it?” my father asks, carrying Kennedy’s daughters Kaylee and Kendra who are hanging on him. Those two will most likely end up at the Warrior Academy one day. They’re both very much like their father and even at two years old, these girls love nothing more than to spar and spar hard. Considering they’re half of Kennedy’s quads, you’d think all four were the same, but no. The other two are just like Kennedy; sweet, quiet, and studious.

"Your daughter? My mother died twenty-five years ago." "Your adoptive mother died, Elena," Diana said, a cold, maternal smile touching her lips. "Nathaniel Vance didn't just steal you from Astoria to match his grandson. He stole you from my private fertility clinic in the Capital. Your biological father wasn't an Astorian guard. He was my late husband, Arthur Sterling. And you, Elena, have his eyes. You are the majority shareholder of the Sterling Group, Elena. And your son Leo... is the legal heir to my entire pharmaceutical empire."

Alice. I stood shamefully before my mom and dad, I had given the suspension letter to my dad. It really hurts me that I hurt them with my suspension. My dad is a poor mechanic while mom used to sell food stuffs at the supermarket but not anymore, she can't go out anymore cause she had being diagnosed with a tumor of the stomach. My family is in so much pain already, causing them more hurts me so bad. My dad spoke shakily as tears poured from his face. He said; "Alice, I told you to be careful amidst those rich students, they are not to be dared. Who did you offend that made them suspend you?"

Mr McGrath asked. " I lied to you, Chelsey isn't your daughter, She's Scarlett's sister." "You mean my best friend, Scarlett's dad is Chelsey's father, I thought you said something happened between us." "It was a lie, I spiked your drink but nothing happened between us. You are heartless Stacey." Mrs luna said shaking Stacey continuously. She received two slaps from Mrs Owens.

"Fine. Since you're being upfront, I'll cut to the chase. Is this rumor about you and Silvestra from the Yates family getting hitched true or not?" Yaslyn had done her homework. The new woman in Tyler's life, Silvestra, was the Yates family's prized only daughter, and they were a force to be reckoned with, especially in politics. No wonder Tyler's folks were fond of her. However, Tyler's response was cryptic at best. He met her gaze, unruffled, offering neither confirmation or denial. "What will be, will be." Yaslyn's gaze turned icy, her patience thinning. "Cut the poetry, Mr. Stone."

By now, I was long used to her endless tricks. “Bianca, why are you even explaining yourself to her?” A pretty girl stepped out from behind her, her voice full of contempt. “She was just claiming she’s Don Vitale’s real daughter. How ridiculous. Don Vitale personally said that you’re the Vitale family’s only principessa.” “Exactly. A servant’s daughter, freeloading in the estate. Don Vitale was already merciful enough not to throw her into Lake Macondo.” “I heard she even stole your things. She’s got some nerve. Honestly, she should be punished by cleaning toilets.”

“I’ve been trying to make things right, but I have no power in Greyson Corp anymore. “But you should have told me. Now, everything is all messed up. Those men no longer have those shares.” “What?” My dad stood up in a flash. His eyes were wide in shock. “Then—then who has them?” His fear was palpable. “James Monroe’s illegitimate daughter. My ex, Vivan Sullivan.” “No—no way. Vivian is trouble.”