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!

He hadn't shielded me from his mother's evil deeds; how could I expect him to safeguard me from Marcus? "Sarah, Trey told me about Marcus's dark reputation—he's a notorious killer! Authorities are still hunting him down. Why does he want you dead?" "Because I'm his daughter, Philip! That's the sick truth of it." It was the driving force behind my decision to shed my identity as a Benner princess, relinquish custody of Grandpa Mitchell, and marry Philip aside my deep affection for him. It also explained the sudden withdrawal of Mr. Benner's affection, my father's abandonment, and the stark dissimilarity between Amir and me.

"And I'm completely fine with it. And not that it's any of your business, but I'm not compelled. I stopped being your business when you walked out on me. I love Samson and I trust him" Travis Stevens stared wide eyed at his daughter like he couldn't recognize her. And honestly he couldn't. Couldn't believe that she was actually saying those words. Couldn't believe that those words were coming from his own daughter. Not after everything he had done to rid the world of these blood thirsty monsters. Now his own daughter was in love with one of them. It just couldn't be possible.

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.

He said and placed the picture of their family on top of the tombstone. Philip smiled as he stared at the picture. They look like a picture-perfect family but he knows that they're not perfect without their first daughter. "I'll come back soon baby and just like promised, I'll bring your Mom and brothers with me." The lad said before placing a quick kiss on his daughter's tombstone. "Happy birthday Amara Louise. Your Mom and I love you so much." And with that, she stood up and made her way to her car. Before he can enter the vehicle, he felt the strong cold wind hit his pale skin and he knows that it was his daughter, hugging him virtually. He smiled and could feel the tears stream down his

“Tracy, I am your father.” I couldn’t help the mocking smile curling at my lips. “Oh, I almost forgot I had such a wealthy father. Tell me—did your money ever touch my life? Or did you forget how you threw my mother and me out with nothing, leaving us to starve if not for Uncle and Morgan’s help?” I could feel the old surge of wolf fury rising inside me, heat pooling in my chest, claws itching. When I needed him most, Trevor had turned away. And now, he dared to claim me as his daughter?

Victoria said, "what we're about to tell you will sound impossible." "Try me. My life has been pretty impossible lately." "Twenty-seven years ago, Jonathan and I had a baby girl." "Okay." "She was born on March 15th, 1997, at Presbyterian Hospital in Manhattan." I felt cold. "That's my birthday." "Yes, it is." "And that's where I was born." "Yes, it is." Jonathan leaned forward. "Ms. Phillips-Garrett, our daughter was taken from the hospital when she was two days old."

It was Trevor! Angela stood frozen. How unlucky could she get? "Let's go, hurry up!" Angela pretended she hadn't heard, urging Dexter to leave immediately. But Trevor spoke up. "Bill's having an affair and has a daughter who's already 15 years old." Angela was stunned. What was he talking about? Taking the opportunity, Trevor approached Angela and said, "Angela, add my number, and I'll send you the evidence." Before she could respond, he snatched her phone and quickly added himself to her contacts.