Trevor Phillips Daughter Novels & Stories

“You’re not going to believe this.” He turned the screen. It was a screenshot from a private industry Slack channel. Anonymous, but verified members. Someone claiming to be Veronica’s former assistant had posted: If you think the leaks are over, wait until you see what she did to her own daughter. The room went still. Damien pushed off the wall. “Daughter?” “She has no daughter,” Celeste said. But her voice faltered. “Does she?” Tasha looked stunned. “No public record. No birth certificate. Nothing on file in any of her bios.”

It won't be funny if I'm all over the media tomorrow with the 'cutest' headline ever. *The legitimate daughter of Chairman Grey who'd recently just returned to Birmingham City, spotted late at night, having a crazy sunshades shopping spree at VERNICE BRADLEY'S. See what the opinion of the netizens are, in this matter.* Doesn't sound normal right? I know. Where did I change? This one might surprise you.

The scratch never faded, it remained intact there. “And you must be Beverly.” Trevor finally noticed me after having their shameless smooches. A warm smile appeared on mom’s crimson lips. “Yeah. Trev, this is my daughter, Beverly. Bev, this is Trevor. I already told you about him, right?” She gave me a meaningful look. I lazily nodded. She sighed. “Sorry about her. She’s just a grown brat sometimes.” Jeez. “So? Is there something you want to say to Trev, dear?” She even inquired. My lips curled up.

“And I knew that eventually someone would find the trust. I wanted there to be someone in the room thinking about what happened to him and not just what happened to the story.” Seraphine looked at her for a moment, then said, “Tell me about the photograph.” Vivienne opened the folder and slid a set of documents across, printed emails, internal correspondence, calendar entries. “Eight months ago your father had a private meeting with Phillip Hargreaves. Head of pharmaceutical operations, the one named in Mira’s article. It wasn’t on the official campaign calendar, it was on the private one, listed as a personal appointment, no location and no attendees.” She pointed to the entry. “I was manag

I said in a broken voice. He smirked evilly. "My daughter?" He raised a brow. "Oh, yes. She is my daughter..." I stared at him. "W-Who are you?" He looked at me for a moment. "Y-You are not Greval! You are his alter, aren't you?! Let go of my daughter, Trevor! Please! She has nothing to do with this! I am begging you! Spare her life! If you want to kill me, just fucking kill me! Just please! Do not touch my daughter!" I knelt down infront of him as I let out the most painful cry I have ever done in my life. I held his thigh as I looked up at him. My throats was burning painfully for all the sobs escaping from it.

"Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard." "B-but…" Maeve shook her head in fear, and tears finally fell. "But the teacher said I'm an illegitimate child. Clarisse and Dotty said I'm an illegitimate child too… Daddy doesn't love me anymore…" I wiped the tears from her face and looked up at Jess, murderous fury burning in my eyes. "Jess, you've destroyed my daughter. I will never let you off." Jess didn't care in the slightest. Instead, she laughed. "Let me off? You should think about how you're going to save yourself first. Today is Clarisse's birthday party. You came here to make trouble and even tried to hit me and Clarisse. If

Philip started. “Years ago, before I married my dear Philip, I gave birth to a daughter. But due to circumstances made by others, my family and I were led to believe that she died after birth. Only recently, we found out the truth. That my daughter, well...mine and Philip’s, as it turns out he’s the father..Haha..ahemm. It turns out she’s been alive all along all these years. Now, she is finally back to us. From now on she will have a happy home with a family who truly loves her.” Rose continued.

Guards flanked him. My father turned, and for the first time that day, he smiled. “Prince Phillip,” he greeted. Phillip bowed smoothly. “My King.” His gaze swept the room like a blade. “Where is my betrothed?” My stomach clenched. Betrothed? “Olivia is in her chambers,” Father replied. Phillip’s eyes slid to me. “And who might this be?” I stiffened under his gaze, my heartbeat skipping. “This is Kaylee,” my father said, his tone clipped. “My other daughter.”

Trevor’s POV: Looking at the $20,000 that had been transferred out of my phone, I was heartbroken. Although it was not much to me, I was unhappy to give it to someone who threatened me. “I am asking you. Whose daughter is she?” My wife reached out and pinched me. “Oh, yes, she is the daughter of Wilson! The daughter of George.” I hurriedly answered. “Oh, right, the boss of Wilson Clothing, right? I remember that you have a share of the Wilson Clothing. A lot. In the future, you should support for firmly.” She said casually. Hearing that, I wiped my sweat again.

The day before, when his grandson returned, Trevor had never thought that he had come especially to visit him. While they were talking, Jepherson accepted a phone call from a woman. Trevor couldn't help but to be curious. Who was she? She didn't sound like Deanna at all!