Novel & Cerita The Governors Daughter

"Please—please, save my baby. I don't want any inheritance. I just want my baby to be safe!" "I'm the eldest daughter of the Rizzo family. I don't need to fight for some inheritance!" Ashley shoved me off. "You'll say anything now, won't you? I'm telling you—impossible." Then she closed the nurse's station door and turned to look at me. She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call.She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call. "Hey, bro. Janet's about to deliver. You want to see?"

“Governor. Let’s get straight to business.” The Governor launched into his pitch about a major land development deal. His daughter kept trying to engage me. “Mr. Volkov,” she said sweetly, leaning forward, “I’ve heard so much about your work. You’re quite the legend in our circles. Perhaps we could discuss the project over dinner sometime?” I gave her a cold, brief glance. “I don’t mix business with dinner, Miss.” The Governor chuckled nervously. “My daughter is very ambitious. She’s been helping me with these negotiations.”

"He knows what you are. A savage." I did not move an inch. I looked down at her small, trembling hands. "Your father spent his entire life savings on three council seats," I said, my voice quiet and flat. "My father spent his pocket change on this gown. We are not the same, Marcella. You are a Beta's daughter playing dress-up. I am the Governor." Her teeth clicked together. A small vein in her temple throbbed against her pale skin. "Tallulah's pack will rise again. There are still loyalists in the north."

"Six grand isn't much for you, right? You love your daughters so much. You wouldn't play favorites, would you?" Mom opened her mouth, her face going from red to pale. She glanced around the room. Every relative was staring at her now—curious, suspicious, waiting. "I..." Her voice came out strained. "I'm in the hospital right now. Where would I even get that kind of money—" "No rush." I smiled. "I can wait until you're discharged. Or you can lend me six thousand from the twenty grand you gave Sophie. We're both your daughters. We should be treated the same, right?"

The sight of my daughter brought was a wave of love and a pang of guilt to my heart. Diane deserved to know her father. I knew that, but I can't give her that. Perhaps if Julian was someone else. If he wasn't Marcus's cousin it would have been different. But right now it is complicated, and I can't bring Diane into this mess. “Mom, you are back!” Diane exclaimed, running to hug me. “How are you my darling?” I hugged her tightly. “Did you have fun today?” Diane nodded enthusiastically. “We played with my dolls, Aunt Sandra said they are very pretty.”

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

“Take the deal, and anything you want is yours. Even things… off-limits. Like my daughter.” My eyes locked onto him, a flash of disgust creeping into my expression before I reined it in. “Careful, Governor,” I replied, my tone as sharp as a knife. “You talk too loosely about what you can’t control. And twenty million? That’s nothing more than pocket change.” The governor’s face hardened, but he doubled down. “Forty million, and my daughter is yours to keep satisfied. She’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

The governor’s wife said to the husband, rubbing the back of my hand. I’m cringing hard, listening to them talk. I distract myself watching the dinner setting. There are a lot of people, men in uniforms, men in black suits, and affluent ladies. Everyone is just chilling, having small talk among themselves. “It will be my pleasure to have Mason marry the only governor’s daughter. Helen is a hot cake in this city, she has millions of suitors and followers,” My father laughs quietly, “What do you think, Mason?” “I think…” I bite my lips, stopping myself from saying I think I’m not interested in meeting no one because that would be rude of me.

The Governor's Son Synopsis: "If disownment is the way to escape… I will file to be by your side." Don Angelito De Silva Marquez is a possessive, lawless but charismatic son of a Governor. He was forced to study law and join his father's legal team—covering up his dirty secrets. By this, at an early age, he becomes cognizant of how dirty politics is played.

Jackson says which to me makes sense as I know what we have been doing, but to many others he would have just contradicted himself. “Wait Ally, Ally Carter as in Joanna’s daughter?” Allison asks which I nod my head too, I love how when people think of me, they always go to my mother, I guess she’s more interesting. “So, you’re not an agent but you’re here?” She asks which I knew meant she really wasn’t understanding anything that has happened, so much has happened which has made it hard to keep up.