Trevor Phillips Daughter Novels & Stories

Two people had killed my daughter! “I know who you are. If you spare my daughter, I won’t come after you!” Of course I had no idea who they were. It was a desperate effort to stall; I would do anything to buy Aurora a little mercy. However, the call abruptly cut off. All I heard was my daughter’s last cry. “Mom…” I quickly made another call since I had found a breakthrough in the case. It was not to Sam, though. He would never believe me in a moment like this. He would just think that I had gone mad and had not moved on from Aurora’s death.

Philip replied: I won’t look into how you managed to get my phone number, but you better not have exposed my identity in this incident. When Javier received Philip’s reply, he quickly responded out of fright: Mr. Clarke, don’t worry. I definitely did not. Philip nodded without replying to him after that and headed to the hospital. Back at the hospital, Philip sat down at the side of the bed as he watched his adorable daughter sleep. Her tiny nose looked like her mothers, her little mouth too, but her eyes looked like his own. My daughter is so good-looking, she’ll definitely be a beauty when she grows up!

I said, barely holding back tears. Liam's face twisted with anger, and he ground his heel into my hand. "I had to cut my trip short by three days for this. Satisfied now? You should be thanking Vivian—she's the only one kind enough to deal with your drama." I looked up, my voice barely a whisper. "Millie is dead." He smirked. "Andrea Atwood, you'll say anything these days. Why not just claim you're dead too?" Then he tried calling the preschool. The phone just kept ringing—no answer.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

She gave a small nod, clearly reluctant to see me step away. I followed the hall lined with antique Persian runners and eventually found the men’s room. After relieving what felt like a gallon of piss, I headed back toward Lena when a scene caught my eye—Liam’s mother, Phyllis, knelt beside a little girl, comforting her. The child was crying softly, her back to me, but she looked about four. My chest tightened. She had to be their daughter. I’d never met her. I only knew Genevieve had gotten pregnant shortly after I discovered her affair with Liam—news that had destroyed me at the time.

Bitterness and disappointment rose in waves through my chest. Phillip had brought up Theresa in front of me many times. He said she was a gentle girl. Every time he saw her, he was reminded of the spirited and radiant girl I used to be at eighteen. That was why he always gave her a little extra attention. I had once believed Phillip was someone who knew his boundaries. What I did not expect was that he would defend her over and over, even argue with me over her. And this time round, he had let Theresa’s sister hurt our daughter. He even gave away our daughter’s most treasured possession.

"Damie, this is my new mentee, Holly. She's also the Master of Restoration's granddaughter and a talented young lady." Holly softly reminded him, "Mr. Habel, I'm 23 years old this year. I'm not a young lady anymore." Trevor glanced at her. "You'll always be a young lady to me." Damian looked at Holly with a smile and rubbed his chin while praising, "She's a great student. She looks a little like Queenie." Queenie was Trevor's eldest daughter. When Trevor heard her name, his eyes teared up slightly, and his excitement went away.

Philip was currently inside his study when he heard his cell phone ring. He quickly answered it, knowing that there's only one person that will call him at this time of the day. "Colin..." "I have some information about her." Philip's features became serious when he heard what his blonde-haired friend told him on the other line. "You were right. She was the lost daughter of him. His heiress." "What else?" "As of now, that's all that I got. The reason why she got lost and about the contract and other papers, I still don't know."

Standing on her toes, she presses a light kiss on my lips but our lovey dovey moment is interrupted when someone clears his throat behind me. “You can not keep your hands off my daughter right?” Mr Phillips asks and I nod. “How can I? She is the most gorgeous woman on earth” “Sweet talker much?” “If I was a sweet talker, do you think your daughter would have fallen for me?” I inquire and I see her smile lightly. She is one of the most intelligent women i know, more than smart if you ask me” “Stop flattering me” “But I am not” “You did a good job today, honey” he tells her, “I am super proud of you”

He spoke slowly and clearly, using his fingers and hands as he spoke. Everyone who was being reasonable and ignoring his threat, understood how this might make him feel. He had raised his daughter and spoiled her with all good things, then all of a sudden she became pregnant for a rich man who had neither met him nor uttered to him any intention of getting married to his daughter. So Don Phillips was over the roof furious and decided to pay them a visit.