The Daughters Of Yalta Novels & Stories

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.” I knock on my father's office door, “Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.” He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying, “Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.” Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.

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.

I felt lost… empty and confused… "Dad’s right, we shouldn’t tell anyone. It’s fine, Gamma Grayson deserves to be out of prison more than him learning about this… Plus, I may not be Dad’s real daughter, but-" "You are his one and only daughter, my parents are dead. William and Andrea were my parents, and that won't ever change." Yileyna cut in. "Your dad will always be yours." Dad wasn’t happy with her words, but he said nothing. "Sisters." I said, quietly giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She nodded before turning to Dad. "I do think that if Charlene wants, Gamma Grayson should also be told. I'm sure he won’t tell everyone anyway."

I did not bother waiting for a reply. “That was weird,” Yulia said as we slowed down our walk. “Those were the Rasputin family, they offered both their daughters to me a long time ago,” I told her. Yulia looked sharply at me. “Offered?” “Yes, it is part of their culture to offer up their daughters to whomever they deem powerful,” I told her. “For what purpose?” Yulia asked. “Power, politics, to strengthen their family ties, to create a new bloodline, so on and so forth,” I said.

When you couldn’t even wait for my mother to be laid to rest before bringing your illegitimate daughter into our home, did you ever think about us? Robert was stunned into silence, unable to muster a single word. Elena, unwilling to stay quiet, instinctively pointed a finger at Yara and barked, "Hey, watch your tone! What do you mean by that woman? What do you mean by illegitimate daughter? We have names, you know!" Yara shifted her gaze to Elena, her expression colder than ever. "At least you’re self-aware enough to realize I’m talking about you. Since you know you’re an illegitimate daughter, maybe you should learn to keep your head down.

Faina Green Darya had turned sixteen just over a month ago, and the mansion seemed smaller with each passing day. The air felt heavier. The walls are narrower. And the secret my daughter carried no longer fit inside her. I was in the kitchen alone, preparing breakfast for the quintuplets who were still sleeping, when Yakov and Vasily walked in. The two were sixteen now, almost identical to their father in height and posture, but with blue eyes and the same protective instinct I recognized in myself.

"You can’t make me." Her father took a slow step forward. "You are my daughter," he said. "And you will obey." A shiver ran down her spine. Lina took a step back. "You promised me a choice," she whispered. "You said—" "I said you had **duties.** And you do." His voice was cold, final. "You think you can run from this, Lina? That you can run from your mate?" She clenched her fists. "Dane isn’t my mate. He’s my **prison.**"

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.