Novel & Cerita The Villaness Daughter

She looked up at me, wide-eyed, as if I were a stranger. Maybe I was. I didn't care “You want answers?” I said coolly, as I adjusted my cuff. “Fine. Your daughter was reckless. She worked with a journalist who brought down Ricci. She made enemies. Powerful ones.” I walked past her like she wasn’t even there. “ That little girl thought she was smarter than the men who built this world. She opened her mouth—and it was her mouth that destroyed her.” Vivienne dropped to her knees. It wasn't anything like a surrender….No, it was like someone shattered.

One of them gripped Valentina by the collar of her dress and flung her to the ground, she tried to get up when she was slapped by another person. “My daughter Lilian was only eighteen years old, when your bastard of a father, got her.” The older woman cried desperately clinging to her collar, she shook Valentina violently. “She was coming home from piano lessons, she was a pretty girl with a lot of ambitions, she wanted to give me a better life, and she was all that I have.” Valentina burst into tears, and I almost felt sorry for her again.

Vanessa demanded from me. "What do you want to know?" I asked her lazily. "A baby? What baby? Don't tell me that you found Camille's child? I thought that the baby fell down the cliff. How did you find her?" Vanessa's eyes were red with anger and jealousy. "She survived, of course. I just found my daughter and brought her back. There isn't anything wrong about that, right?" I shrugged. "And what do you mean, Camille's mother is from an ancient clan? What nonsense are you talking about? Am I supposed to just believe your lies like that? I don't believe anything you've said so far. It doesn't make sense!". She yelled in my face.

“Elara isn’t their daughter. She can’t be related to those wicked animals. Elara isn’t part of that family.” Her shoulder is shaking now. “I was her family, and I abandoned her. How much better am I…? She needed me. And I know this might cause me some trouble, but I’d say it again and again…” “The Virellis only have one daughter, and the other one is an angel.” My hands weaken, and the cup tumbles down on the carpet, staining it with brandy. I hold back my tears, and before I can stop myself, I go to hug her.

She purses her lips and waves her hand, Gesturing me to continue. "George's daughter. J-Jazmin... She, Uhm.." How will I tell her this? She nods her head, telling me to go on. "Jazmin is not just the firstborn daughter of George. She's... she's Bonnie." There, I said it. Her eyes widen, but not a single word comes from her mouth. She put her right hand on her chest then back to her mouth. Then she said, "Oh my god! As in Angel Bonnie Ramirez?"

"When I have my hand around that bitch, I am going to kill her, but I will take my time." Doctor Mathias and Amyra was waiting for us. "One of them is Gere and another is Alonso. The other two, one is a girl named Rienne, from her DNA records. She is-" "She is just a kid," she whispered and stumbled back. I looked at her and she looked even more angry than she already was. "She was only fucking fifteen. She was Alonso and Gere's adapted daughter," Vera hissed. "She studied in an academy in Zeyro. She must have come home because of all this fiasco going on in the realm." Vera closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, biting her lips.

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

When Father lifted his arm from the girl, I finally got a clear look at her face. She was beautiful. A fragile, delicate sort of beauty— the kind that makes people instantly think of glass ornaments and helpless princesses. Then my stomach twisted. Why does she look so much like them? Before I could process the thought, the three warriors behind me closed the distance, effectively blocking the gate. "What would you like us to do with the criminal's daughter, Captain Rosante?" one of them barked out, his voice cold and devoid of any familiar warmth. Criminal's daughter?

comes the voice again, a very familiar voice that was tattooed in my head once upon a time, "The shower head broke. I don't know how or why. It just...broke?" You would have thought graduating with a first-class degree and returning to Thailand to take care of her father's multi-million dollar business would add a little more sense of class and maturity to her but no. I find her voice irritating, and this part where she tries to be cute is disgusting. I don't like desperate women, and Juliet Zhang is one of them.

"She is the daughter of a convicted criminal from Chicago! She snuck her way into Vane Enterprises, and now she is trying to scatter our alliance, ruin our families' business, and steal my fiancé! She doesn't belong here! She belongs in a prison cell just like her father!" The crowd gasped, the reporters pushing harder against the velvet ropes, capturing Vivienne’s public meltdown as she tried to completely destroy my name in front of the entire high-society crowd.