Undertaker Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

I sighed deeply, staring at her half uneaten food. I groaned and decided to go to my bedroom to get a bit of work done. I should probably take it easy on her since she hasn't fully recovered yet,but if she's going to work at HUNTER.CORP. she has to be very accurate. That's the only way she'll be able to handle the harsh reality out there. Just a few minutes later my phone vibrated in my pocket. "Yes Tristan did you find anything about Soledae Young?" "Yes sir I managed to find a background about her. She's the daughter of the late millionaire Russell Young."

"And also, starting tomorrow, he'll be the new head of pediatric surgery. We are at your service, Doctor Taylor." Doctor Taylor looks clearly surprised; she was unaware of these vacancies. "I'm pleased to meet you," she responds somewhat awkwardly. "He's Ayden Emory, Aryehn's father. He's Gerard Emory, the grandfather, and Mark Emory, the boy's uncle," Arya states with a bit of confidence. She wants them to know that her son is not alone there. That he has a family watching over and caring for him. "Emory? The Emorys from Capstone Gen?" she asks amazed.

"What are you getting to?" Chase gently removed my hand from his collar with a snide smile. "Do not pretend you don't know what I am saying, Alpha Killian," he mocked. "Mr Anderson gave her daughter to me before his demise. I bet you do not know that. Her father owed me a huge amount of money. Do you know the real father of your bride is a gambler?" He burst into delirious laughter. "He gave his daughter to me for losing. He is a loser, and his daughter is mine. Here, look at it."

I am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise. I can't afford to fool around. I reminded myself; not when my mother's murderer was still breathing fine and living fine and definitely she wasn't fooling around too, knowing my existence has become the bane of her own existence. "Come on, Sky. I want to introduce you to my Dad," I smiled at her. Moments later, I had introduced my Dad to Skylar and he seemed to like her and approved of her stay with me for as long as we both want. He already approved that some time ago anyway, he only just reaffirmed his promise.

I growled clenching my fists. "There is one more thing "Ryan says gesturing that I should come closer to him. I walk to his side and pick up the file on the table in front of him. "DNA test.?" I ask. "Lauren is not Ryder's daughter " Jax says. "I know " I told them. "Do you know who her father is? " Ryan says staring at me. I raise my eyebrows. "She's Chase's daughter, the one that killed your father "he says.

The Beautiful 24 years old Amber Curt was always an easy target cause of her kind nature, often misused by people who like to extort others, her life has never been easy, raised by a father who drinks with all his money and never paid much attention to his two daughter, Amber and Anna usually fend for themselves but even Anna made life difficult for Amber when she became addicted to gambling and would often bring thousands of debt home for her to clear, Amber needed a more stable and better paying job if she was to survive, she got an interview at Son's empire through her friend’s help and got the job where she met. Todd Anderson, 30years old father of one, a widower, 5ft 3inches tall, multi

I'm more than twenty hours away by car, which sucks because I don't know if she has twenty hours. Angelo Gimonde's father is the head of Chicago's largest crime syndicate. Angelo killed the daughter of another mob boss a little over a year ago and then disappeared. I'd hoped their rival organization, the Laterza family, had taken him out. Hiding in bum fuck Montana is most likely the only thing that kept him alive.

"For years, as the Don of Townsville, my dad has been living a double life, managing the Consortium as well as the mafia. He needs to pick his successors for both groups." Peter concluded, "My son, Derek, has now taken over the Quinton Consortium. Charles, I have an opportunity for you. I hope you take it. I hope you can be my successor... to my mafia group." "In short, I want you... to be the new Don of Townsville!" Bombshell! "What?"

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Even in my grief, I was extremely grateful that we’d been given this brief time to connect before his passing. And now, not only do I know it, I feel it in every fiber of my being. I am Arthur Winchester’s daughter and rightful heir. The newest leader of the Obsidian Circle. So preoccupied were we with the affairs of Arthur’s funeral arrangements, that it’s the next morning before I realize that Grayson never called back or attempted to reach out again. Now I’m seriously worried about him and I insist that Luther send someone over to Grayson’s apartment to check on his condition.