Who Is Chris Evans Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Sylvia replied and then firmly shook her hand. "Oh, well this is a surprise. I'd like to know how that happened." Her mother said and the other ladies mumbled in agreement. Before she could grab the chance to reply, Mrs. Evans beat her to it. "Sylvia and I met through my son, Chase Evans. They're dating." Everyone looked at her in surprise and so was her mother who had no idea that Mrs. Evans is the mother of her daughter's boyfriend. But what surprised her is why Mrs. Evans would tell everyone that she and Chase are dating when she hates the idea of them being together and didn't want anyone to know including the media.

They couldn't fit. Eva—Eva Mills. The girl they had dismissed. The woman they had trampled. The ex-wife they had discarded like trash. The daughter of Bernard Mills. The heiress to one of the most powerful corporations in the country. Eva smiled. It wasn't arrogant. It wasn't triumphant. There was no gloating in it, no petty satisfaction at their shock. It was warm. Genuine. "Hey, Dad," she said softly, her voice carrying affection that contrasted sharply with the cold fury she'd directed at the Coopers. Then she turned her gaze to Austin and Kenny. "My dearest brothers."

“My boyfriend at the time, Brian French, had taken Serena and I out camping.” Eve began only to be interrupted by Callum. “Who’s Serena?” He growled. “Oh, Serena is my daughter. She’s seven now. Her birthday was April 3rd. I missed it. It’s the first birthday I’ve missed. Ever.” Eve couldn’t hold back the tears at the thought of her baby and missing her birthday. “Here.” Malcom handed her a handkerchief. Eve blew her nose and wiped her eyes.

Am trapped in between Brian and Carlos and his family. Truly,am a Billionaire's daughter inlaw. Brian my ex boyfriend and Carlos my contract husband. Such a life. "Okay take care bye!"I replied in a hurry as I noticed that Brian message has poop in. After Carlos left,I breathed erratically looking at the message. "Let meet at the restaurant near the shopping mail"I read the message and hiss. I have to settle this issue with him. He can't come back after so many years to torment my life.

“Sophia is my daughter, so is Savannah, and I can assure you that nothing is happening between them.” Evans throws his head back and laughs an emotionless laugh. “And I'm supposed to believe you? You left her, remember? You picked your people over her and my mom. And now, again, you've picked your other daughter, and it's clear that you don't have any good plans for her.” His expression is pained as he glares at us. “Every one of you has hurt her and doesn't deserve her.” I don't have time for this nonsense. Every minute I spend here is a minute further away from my love.

Elena greeted as they reached the table. “Always a pleasure, Elena,” Evelyn replied warmly. Her eyes moved to Callum, and she smiled. “And this must be your son.” Callum offered a polite nod. “Callum Blackwood.” “Evelyn Sinclair,” she said. “Although I imagine you already know that.” “I do.” The short answer didn’t seem to bother her. If anything, Evelyn looked amused. “And this is my daughter, Serena.” Serena smiled as she extended her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Allison "Tell them we'll handle any damages privately. No statements." I heard Christopher's voice as he spoke to Charles. When I walked into Christopher's home office, they both looked at me like I should be on a hospital bed and not in the room. "I thought you'd be asleep." Christopher straightened on his seat. "I found out you had a daughter today. I watched you go animalistic and almost kill a man, today. I watched a man die, today. I got arrested, today."

She had no idea what kind of trial life was throwing at her now. A DNA test result. The girl named Eli Miller—100% biologically the daughter of Chase Miller. Daven stepped forward, taking the papers from Althea’s trembling hands and scanning them briefly. Just from the look on his wife’s face, he already knew what was written there. “You can investigate this, Chris,” he said, passing the documents over. “And you show up right after we’ve barely climbed out of grief. Your timing is… impeccable. Just say it outright—what do you want?”

I rant to Evans. “I get you but have you thought of this as your father’s way of making you have the family you don’t want? The lady in question, do you know her?” Evans asked me. “Evans I have no fucking idea what she looks like.” “Really? But this letter, states she’s the daughter of your driver. So how come you have never met her before?” he begins to ask more questions. “You're right but I have never seen her before although Mr.Smith has been working for us for a very long time,” I answer.

The man finally got to him and handed him the device. For the first time ever, Ethan's heart sank. Boldly written on the screen was: “COLTON FRASER—BROTHER OF BILLIONAIRE ETHAN FRASER—REVEALED AS FATHER OF NOLAN CROSS’ FIANCÉE’S CHILD.” A still image of Evie, followed by Colton, and then—a copy of the very same recording Ethan had, played.