Trevor Phillips Daughter Novels & Stories

"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.

The private investigator left the room minutes ago after the meeting ended, but Sophia and Philip remained in their swivel chairs, overwhelmed that they had finally found their one and only daughter who had been missing for so many years. The information they learned about their daughter's life still shook them, but it couldn't surpass the happiness in their hearts learning that she was still alive and was almost within their reach. “It’s about time we tell our sons about their missing sister,” Sophia told her husband. “We can't tell them yet until we find Lilibeth,” Philip responded.

I blush so hard "Of course I am beautiful," "Where are you going to?" She asks as I use some mascara on my face. "I want to visit your uncle. We have a lot to discuss as regards Avery," I run a lip gloss over my lips. "Avery? Is she ok? What's wrong with Avery?" She furrowes her eyebrows in confusion. I wonder what my daughter sees in Avery. She's always concerned about her. "There's nothing wrong with her." I end the discussion. "Can we talk later, Phillipa? "What is it?" I ask her after observing her. "Common, talk to me baby," I urge her to talk. "When will daddy announce me?" She sighs.

“Dad! It wasn’t my fault, she brought it upon herself. I wouldn’t have done that if she hadn’t provoked me.” “Wait, what? Are you saying it’s true?” Richard was shocked beyond belief that his baby girl would actually do such a thing as described by the accusing Phillip Hudson. “Erika, despite the fact that Britney is my own flesh, I still hoped that this was just some silly misunderstanding. But now that you’ve admit it, I really don’t know what to say. However, since your parents seems to be in the dark on this matter, I won’t seek to cause trouble for your father’s company.” Phillip reasoned. In the end after being rattled up by his provoking daughter, he later calmed himself down and deci

He actually did not expect him to act that way since he had always been well-behaved but it seemed like Trevor understood what Phoebe stated and it had angered him. "Trevor, get your shoe back," he said, making Phoebe look at him in shock. "Trevor? Does that mean that that kid is that child who called Gavin 'Papa?' Why is he here with you–" Almost getting a grasp of the situation, the heiress looked back at the little kid as he walked in their direction. She added, "So... He really is your son." "No!" Trevor firmly disagreed. "I am Papa's son!" He pointed at Helios and claimed, "And he is not my Papa!"

a female voice asked from behind the camera. Trevor broke into a little chuckle as his sly smile returned with his gaze fixed on the screen. “She was my girlfriend and pregnant with my child before she got married to Lucas,” he replied matter-of-factly. At that moment, Phoebe’s heart sank into her stomach, and she wished for the ground to swallow her. Who did Trevor think he was? Or better still, what does he take her for? Some kind of puppet he could play with when he needed entertainment? All the tingly feeling she felt for him from that morning dispersed into thin air and was replaced by fury.

Trevor said. “Do you know her daughter?” “Yes. And I have even taken her out a few times,” Trevor admitted. “Let me guess. Ava Bartholomew,” she said. Trevor stopped walking and looked down at her. “Yes. How did you –” “I saw you two photographed together in the society pages. One time you two were coming out of an art gallery. The second time you two were leaving a club called The Oasis,” she answered. And it was true. She had seen them photographed together – and more than twice. But, she couldn’t recall the places of the other times.

Just as they picked a restaurant and were about to eat, another photo and message came through. In the photo, Trevor was sitting together with members of the Lockets and the Shaws, having a meal. But the setting didn't look like a restaurant—it looked more like someone's home. Then another message followed. "Trev came over just to have a meal with her, and he came early in the morning. Your daughter went to see you today, right? You don't actually think she went because she missed you, do you? "When she found out Trev was coming over to see Wynn, she even wanted to tag along. He had to coax her for quite a while before she gave 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.