Sylvester Stallone's Daughters 소설 & 이야기

He asked “It wasn't easy, sir. Victoria Miller isn't a celebrity, so her information is very private. But we found someone who is very close to her,” “Who?” “Alliena Francisco, her sister.” “Hmm…” Cale mumbled as he continued reading everyone's information one by one. “What about Isla Everhart?” “She’s the daughter of a producer from Twilight Entertainment. Her father was the one who helped her build her singing career. We also found out that she's been doing drugs during her high school years, and there's a possibility that she still has it until now.” The man informed him.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

I am already getting carried away with the desire I was feeling at that time. Maybe it was because I was too intoxicated and I missed Nick at that time. I know you are the father of my daughter because I never had sex with Nick when I found out about my pregnancy. These are the memories of our daughter while she's in my tummy… Please take care of her. If you couldn't accept my betrayals to you and your brother, please find my sister Caroline Sandoval. She is my eldest sister. Remember? I told you about the sister I had whom I was separated from when I was young. Please give my daughter to her. Nicki, I'm sorry if you will have a hard time explaining this to Nick. If it becomes too hard, plea

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

Lance said, his voice breaking with emotion. He didn’t know how to start, especially since he was meeting his daughter in such an unexpected way. He didn’t want her to be shocked or scared of him because of what happened to his daughter. “My name is Starr. I am the daughter of Lance Hart and Celine Salvatore.” She introduced what her mother had taught her. A torrent of tears escaped Lance’s eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m Lance Hart,” he said, a smile gracing his lips as he introduced himself. “Would it be alright if I gave you a hug?”

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

she says with a smile. “Xelina is my daughter,” my father says. Thalia nearly drops the bread pan she’s holding. “Your daughter?” she says with even more kindness and enthusiasm. “Well then, I’m extra pleased to meet you, and I know some little ladies who will be too.” Two small girls peek from behind Thalia’s skirt. One has my father’s pale eyes, and the other clutches a wooden doll, her expression shy. “They’re your sisters,” my father explains. “Calista and Gallilae.”

What the fuck did she just said? Now fucking way. “What?! Schyler and Sylvester are your half-brothers?” Sylvia just dropped a bomb right into my face. I never knew that Schyler has half-sister. He never told us anything. Schyler is also a friend of mine. Especially his brother, Sylvester, because he's good friends with Lucan. Sylvester is also a supermodel that most of the women online are obsessing. “Yes, they are. But it was never known, well, the public would never know because I have a different mother. It was never a problem to me. All I want is my father to support me throughout my life. And he actually did. So... here I am.”

I stayed in between my mom and dad as the priest preached concerning death and life after death. When I caught sight of Stella, I froze. She was standing tall, draped in black lace, her face sharp and unreadable. She didn’t look like a girl anymore. She looked like someone who had just inherited a throne. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She’s Tony’s daughter? I almost stumbled forward, but I held myself together. She had just lost her father? Why did she act poor when she had a billionaire father? After Tony had been laid to rest, and people extended their condolences to Stella, I heard whispers on how she was the only Amazli left, and Tony had just signed her in the family register at the

I smile as I watch his back disappear behind the doors. I walk into my walk in closet and take out one of my Louis Vuitton dresses and heels and some diamond chain with matching earrings and bracelets. Yes you guessed right,I am a billionaire and a billionaire's daughter. Yes,my daddy is richest man in the USA. Daddy owns alot of oil companies and also car companies around the world. Mom is a socialite and author. I am the only daughter of Gabriel Jones and Fernanda Jasmine Jones. I have one younger brother who lives with my parents.