The Daughters Of Yalta 소설 & 이야기

I wince when Dad’s elbow slightly nudges my arm. “May I have the pleasure of dancing with one of your daughters?” I say, choking on the words. I feel Dad’s silent chuckle as the Alpha beams with pride and yanks one of his daughters forward. With a sigh, I take her arm and lead the young woman to the dance floor for a waltz around the ballroom. Politely, I ask about her hobbies, her education, her likes and dislikes. This one likes the color pink, roses, and ballet. She hopes to have six or seven children if the Goddess blesses her. She calls herself dutiful and loyal, both qualities all of these Alphas drill into their daughters.

They treated me like I didn't matter, like I was some piece of trash. My father, Agnes Stalin, the Earl of the community; Geshar, was popular around the seven kingdoms. He was known as a fierce man, but also known for his beautiful 12 daughters. Noble men traveled from different kingdoms just to have one of his daughters because it was said that the Stalin bloodline yielded luck.

Katty exclaimed as she hugged her mother's waist. "I'm pretty like Mommy too!" chirped Delya as she spun around, showing off her dress. All three of Elena's daughters wore dresses designed by the famous designer, Queen Elisabeth, none other than Elena herself. Elena chuckled, hugging her three daughters. "Yes, you're all beautiful." On the other side, Nathan was straightening Alva's little tie. "You sit tight, don't run around," Nathan ordered as he adjusted his son's coat. "Yes, Daddy," Alva replied with a big smile.

I watched him send one of his men to go bring his daughters. In a few minutes, the guard returned with two ladies closely following him. The girls ambled over to their father and stood next to him, each on both sides. "Meet my daughters Dante, Leila and Vanessa Fedorov" Nikolia proudly stated. The girls flashed me sensual smiles and I returned it back with a smug smile. Accessing their features, there was no doubt they were very pretty and also sexy. "Nice to meet you Dante" One spoke. "And also a pleasure to have you and your men in our home" she added.

“The Alpha did nothing. Another could have been chosen. So would you have fought and claimed it for your daughter?” Prime Minister Caswell’s mouth opened, but no words came out. “Today is a glorious occasion. Let’s not spoil the mood,” a Black witch whispered. Everyone agreed. Prime Minister Caswell reluctantly walked up to his daughter, but as his hands reached to help her off the floor, Yella slapped them away. “Don’t… don’t you dare,” she cried. “You had one, one fucking job. Make sure she doesn’t arrive, and you, ” She laughed painfully.

I cried in surprise as I ran towards them. “Nikolai these girls are Kharkov’s daughters, Matilda is the oldest but oh my goodness, why are you here! Oh girls, I am so sorry, Kharkov was just…he was the loveliest…” Both girls reacted the same way, gave their hair a tug and a straighten, kept the emotion in. “In my head it’s not happened yet,” Naomi answered softly, her brown eyes softer, almost honey coloured. “We got the message from Alpha Cillian and put our grief on hold. We will come together and mourn as one. It is exactly what Papa would want.”

With that in mind, Xavia eventually inched closer to Fiona before whispering, “Just so you know, Yulia is his daughter.” …W-what…?!

“I’m losing hours of my beauty sleep because of you, pussies.” No one dared to utter a word. “I only have three conditions,” my father spoke calmly. “If this alliance is to take place, my daughters should be left unharmed.” I bet this was only concerning me since Alexa can pretty much handle herself, perfectly. “Second, this doesn’t make us even nor equals. This alliance only stands until I take down the Russians and Americans.” The emphasis he has on the word ‘I’ made a growl of annoyance from Eugene Santino. “Third, my daughters stay in the same room. No men are allowed inside their room apart from me.”

The two women were extraordinarily gorgeous and were currently playing in the water like ethereal fairies. Darryl ogled them. ‘Godfather mentioned that he had two daughters. Could this be them?’ The two ladies playing in the water were indeed Zoran Carter’s daughters. The older one, Rachel Carter, was sexy and attractive, while Sara, the younger sister, was cute and adorable. They were both equally charming. As Darryl continued staring at them, a few maidservants screamed.

Her arm wrapped around me, palm gently patting my back — the same gesture she'd used when I first learned what our family truly was. "My daughter," she murmured, her voice calm and composed, "she didn't take anything that was truly yours." I shook my head. "You don't understand—" "She took nothing," she repeated firmly. "You are still Nancy DeLuca — the sole heir to this empire. No one — not that ungrateful foster child, not those blind fools — can take away the power in your blood or the dominion that awaits you." Her words didn't chase away the chill in my heart, but they steadied my pulse.