Novel & Cerita Who Is Chris Evans Daughter

"I can't believe I have a daughter." When we pulled apart, he was crying openly. I was too. "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I wanted to be calm and composed." "It's okay," I said. "I'm crying too." Thomas noticed Tony holding Emma. "Is this your husband? And is that a baby?" "This is Tony Stark. He's my friend and business partner." I didn't know how else to explain what Tony was to me. "And this is my daughter, Emma Grace. She's eight months old."

Evanna’s father was not David’s biological son, after all. He was Daniel’s. Evanna Dennison was Daniel’s one and only granddaughter, and now, the last of his progeny. This was the real reason Javier had done all he could to marry Evanna. Their marriage would serve as a great start, but whether he could make that relationship work was a different matter. So now, Javier needed to make it work. And to make it work, he was going to rely on tactics that were Not Safe For Work. He had to, okay? She was so gorgeous, and sexy, and alluring. It would be a gargantuan waste not to feel her beauty from the inside!

Riza whispered to their maids. Greg is playing with their son which made me feel uneasy. He never did that to Lyca. They never played together as father and daughter. "Again, I am Chris and this is Gracelyn. The chubby little girl here is her daughter." Chris said to open up a conversation. "Her daughter? Are you not two married?" Greg asked while he put his son unto his lap. "We're just friends." I said in which Chris agreed with a nod. "Then where is your husband?" He asked.

He explained. The man in the opposite gasped. "What!? A noble lady?! Royal family!? Boss, I am not making any mistakes! She is not any second daughter of Evans! Intact, Harper Evans does not have any other daughter! Anastasia Evans is his only daughter and he dotes on his daughter unconditionally." Cameron blinked. "Stop saying whatever you want!? Do you even know that you could be punished hard for misinformation!?"

His green eyes widened simultaneously. What?. Chris?. Lucifer?. “Mom?” he said slowly. The grey hair and green eyes now made sense. “Chris, perfect timing. I want you to meet…” “No,” he cut in. His gaze snapped back to me. “What is she doing here?” “Chris—” “She’s his daughter?” Chris asked, disbelief laced in his voice. “Yes, she's my daughter,” Dad replied. Chris looked me dead in the eyes. “This is a joke, right?” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the room.

However, I knew better than to ignore it. I nodded at Carter, signaling that I had his back for a second, and answered. “Evander,” came the familiar voice, brisk and businesslike. “Guess what?” “What?” “You know Barry’s son, right? He is a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. Well, he just had a child! A daughter.” I sighed quietly. I already knew how this conversation was going to go. “That’s...nice, I guess?” I said, still holding the bar with one hand while Carter grunted beneath it, struggling.

“Oh my gosh, this little girl is actually the legendary only daughter of the Westvale family, the precious jewel of Westvale Group, the most honored woman in the entire capital!” “My eyes have been opened today—we’re actually seeing a real princess!” The moment Evander revealed his name, those who had started to side with Chloe and blame Esther were stunned. Hearing this, they began whispering and discussing among themselves. Some even pulled out their phones to look up Evander’s social media profile: unmarried, no ex-girlfriends, no scandals, but has one son and one daughter. The mother’s identity was a mystery. Many said a woman had drugged and trapped him into fatherhood, trying to force

They were about to round up the press conference when Liam entered. "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make also," he said, ignoring the stares from all of us. "Next week Saturday will be my daughter's six years birthday and I'll like you to grace the occasion. Hope you don't mind?" He smirked "What? Which daughter? Does he have a daughter? I've never heard about that before" the reporters murmured within themselves. "What are you talking about, Liam," the first lady asked with Shock written over her. "My one and only daughter, Ava Diamond Miller," he said.

The moment Anthony reached the cave, he saw Chris weeping next to an unconscious woman. “Mommy… Mommy! Wake up! Don’t scare Momo…!” Chris wailed as tears streamed down his face like waterfalls. ‘Who’s this? Chris seems too attached, considering she’s a stranger...’ Anthony studied the knocked-out Charmine. Pale and unconscious, her facial features were so stunning that it was hard to look away from her. ‘That’s her: The adopted daughter, Charmine Jordan.’ Chris saw his dad and ran toward him. “Daddy, please help Mommy!” he wailed. “Mommy is dying! I don’t want Mommy dying…!”

The one who walked away from that press conference the second it stopped working for him. And now his daughter had been inside my building for three days. I picked up my phone and called my dad. ----- Evan answered on the third ring. He sounded steadier than last week, which meant he was already pretending he was back to normal. “The journalist,” I said. “Her name is Nadia Lane.” Silence, not the kind where he’s thinking it over. The kind where he already knows and is deciding how to handle it. “Lane,” he said. “Harper Lane’s daughter.”