Novel & Cerita Trevor Phillips Daughter

Joe gulped when Trevor did not shake hands with him. Joe cleared his throat and took a seat on a stool near Trevor. "I heard from my brother that his daughter planned a birthday surprise for you. You should be there. What are you doing here?" Joe White asked. Trevor did not reply, ignoring him totally. Joe was nervous. He had a feeling that Trevor was still mad at him. A month ago his daughter, Stella, somehow offended him. Joe had to cancel her registration and make her come back home from the dorm immediately.

I can only be thankful to the moon goddess that I found her just in time before her condition worsened. Watching Jayne perform her acts so shamelessly only fuelled the rage within me. It showed just how much of a wretch she was. But I knew she wasn't going to leave easily until she had her fill. I couldn't risk her causing another scene in my workplace. No one knows I'm Trevor's daughter despite their suspicions of us having the same last name, but with someone who is well known as Trevor's wife showing up here to cause a scene, the rumours would spread like wildfire.

My voice shook, but his answer was worse than anything I’d expected. “Mr. Philip, Zoe. Don’t call me your father again. My only daughter is Valeri.” “How can you even say that? You raised me. And now, because of some ridiculous claim from that man, I’m suddenly not allowed to call you Dad?” “I’ve been annoyed for years that some outsider girl calls me that.” “Philip!” my mom cried, jumping to her feet. She moved behind me, her hands gripping my shoulders. “This isn’t her fault.”

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

“The Celestial Waters alpha, Alpha Varuna, was defiant. He had ten children lost. He could not; however, forget sweet Cordelia, the omega maiden mated to Alpha Malakai.” My father said in a serious tone. “All the children of the Celestial Waters are my sons and daughters. Each like the precious pearls we pluck from the sea. You have my children and my heart breaks, but I cannot stand for your tyranny just to mend my own heart. You have already been careless with one of my precious rare pearls, throwing it away like the goddess means nothing.” My father nobly recited Alpha Varuna’s speech.

They make Jason and I pose all over the house for pictures, and Jason has actually gained a few points for being so tolerant of the whole embarrassing ordeal. "Okay, we really have to go, or the limo is going to leave," I finally say when I can't stand it anymore. "We still have to pick up Chloe and her date." "The driver will wait," my father says, pulling me in for a hug as we walk toward the foyer to make our exit. "You look beautiful. Have a good time. And no drinking. Or drugs." "Dad. Please." Behind my dad, Tor is glaring at Jason with his you better not mess with our girl or I'll kill you face, and I make a warning expression back at him to stop.

So, I ended up wandering around the neighborhood parking lot. Suddenly, I heard the voice I hated more than anything. "Dad, what are we supposed to do? Your wife's acting like a total psycho!" I quickly ducked behind something before peeking out. It was Roxanne. Then, Maeve spoke up, "Trevor, I get that you're torn up about Cyril's death, but is this really how you're going to treat your own daughter? You're going to let her end up in prison?" "No way, Maeve," Trevor said, his voice steady and serious. "I'll figure something out."

He didn't quite know how to react, but before he could come to an answer, he was already dragged into the living room where Maxim Klayne, Maxwell's son and his wife Gina were waiting for him. "Dad, you're scaring him!" Maxim looked helplessly at his father, who was holding Trevor by the arm and making him sit down next to him. "Leave me alone! It's been almost ten years since I last saw the kid, you have grown up amazingly, you look so much ... Umm more manly! Look at those beautiful green eyes, just like his grandfather and mother... " Maxwell was really glad to see Trevor, the little man was beautiful, tall with an air of elegance, as he looked at him he couldn't help but think of his late

"Before we figure out what to do with Lorelai, we should first acknowledge Pamela as the Crawfords' daughter and start training her properly." Even after hearing all the comments, I couldn't bring myself to care. A strange feeling gnawed at me as I continued to focus on the video. For some reason, one of the figures in the footage seemed familiar. Trevor noticed my distraction and sneered. He remarked, "Oh, come on. No matter how many times you watch it, it won't change the fact that you're an imposter. The truth is right in front of you. I can't believe that you still have the nerve to be here!"

"Is this beautiful lady your sister, really?" Trevor smiled at everyone who was curious, including me. When I looked at Leika and my family, it was clear they were also curious and confused. "Yes. As the public knows, I also have a younger brother, Tristan Maverick, a heart surgeon and owner of several hospitals. Ms. Regina is our only sister," Trevor said. "Why hasn't anyone heard about Ms. Regina, Mr. Trevor?" asked a man with glasses.