Winona Ryder Daughter Novels & Stories

It happened when Wylder asked for her time to decorate his master bedroom instead of her money. Brandon mentally thanked Wylder for this. There was no doubt his daughter was super-duper rich. She earned money from her movies, modeling, social media, advertisement, and many other sources of income, but the lesson that she learned from Wylder was something that she failed to learn when she was with him or Sophia.

That could be, she didn't tell me about her daughter. I was aware of her daughter turning four years old today. We were in the same city. She was the daughter of my dead sister. I didn't know her name. But her father's name, Chris Rayden. He was the new CEO of his steel and construction business. A deep sense of sadness settled over me. I slid the glass on the table and got on my feet. I trudged over the floor with stumbling feet. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. That wasn't my concern. I wanted her baby, her baby girl in my arms. She must be looking like Ansley.

“ Ryder Hendrix, Sir, but everybody calls me Ryder.” “Nice to meet you, son,” her father said, his eyes looking in the direction of the rental Maserati. He must be trying to figure who he was and what he was doing with his daughter. Trinq stepped in front of her father, her black curly pony-tail swaying behind her - her green eyes wide and bright. “Alecia finally brought home a boy,” she said. “Trina.” Alecia took her arm. “So this is your friend?” her mother said, walking up to her girls. She must have given the girls their curves although her hips were slightly wider probably from bearing two children.

He stroked my hair with his fingers and soft eyes, but when he turned to face Lyra, his smile faded and his eyes darkened. "She managed large projects in college and won the best performance award." "My daughter has been offered the position of managing director as a student in her final year of college, and you are calling her useless!" My father scoffed at Lyra, and I looked at her—she bowed her head down in shame for mentioning me right now. "You know nothing about my daughter, Lyra!" "Victoria is the granddaughter of the legendary businessman Aiden Gilbert, remember!" There was a pin drop of silence around the room but only my father was spreading across in the air.

"How can I not use this opportunity to get on his good side and make him hate Luna? "Today, I told him that I wanted Luna to attend my wedding, and now, he's fighting with Luna over that! Hahaha!" She cackled for a long time before finally putting on a straight face and adding, "By the way, can you hear the sounds of this baby in my arms? "It's a little girl who had just turned one month old. Everyone thinks this is me and Malcolm's daughter, but the truth is, she isn't." Heather lowered her head to touch Riley's small hand against Rosalyn's skin gently. "This is Joshua and Luna's daughter.

"M-Mr. Murphy, what did you… just call her?" Winston gave him a cold glance. "Janice is my daughter and the CEO of Winston Group. Is there a problem?" "No way!" Connor yelled. "Mr. Murphy, everyone in Onaford knows you have no children! H-How could she possibly be your daughter?" Guests around us began to murmur. "Mr. Murphy has always been single. I've never heard of him having a daughter." "Maybe she's his goddaughter. Mr. Murphy has done a lot of charity work. It's understandable for him to have a few goddaughters."

he sighed. Ryder took a deep breath. He had to choose his words carefully here, not give anything away. “Years ago,” he began in a slow measured tone, keeping his gaze steady on theirs, “a young girl was entrusted to your family’s care. Her mother was an extremely powerful witch. The daughter had inherited her mothers gift of healing.” He paused and glanced from one stunned face to the other. “I’m looking for that girl now,” he said meaningfully. “Do you know where she is?” Husband and wife sat there as if turned to stone.

Her platinum blonde hair was tied in a sleek ponytail, and she wore an outfit that screamed designer from head to toe. Alexander sighed. “And that,” he said, gesturing toward her, “is my daughter, Riley, an angry child.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you, stepsister.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, and I could already tell she hated me. “Where’s your brother?” Alexander asked, ignoring her attitude. “Probably doing something stupid,” she muttered. “You know Ryder.” I froze. Ryder? No. That couldn’t be… “Mum,” I said quietly, leaning toward Lorelei as Alexander began explaining something to the girl. “You didn’t tell me he had kids.”

Probably, and she was damn good at it, so good I almost felt bad for her. “Well, I arranged for Ryan to be in the daily daycare, with the toddlers of his age. That will give you some time during the day to relax. As for hanging out with old friends, you are not kids anymore, and everyone here has responsibilities to see to.” Luna Piper tells her. She had looked happy at first, hearing that Ryan could be with kids his age. But now she looked annoyed, being told Parker and Ryder, and so on, are busy these days. “But I can help, I am, after all, an Alpha's Daughter.” She says in a very knowing tone as she looks at me and Nora.

Then he pulled up in front of a private villa. I stayed back and watched. The front door opened, and a woman ran straight into his arms. “Adrian, you’re finally here. The baby missed you.” Under the light by the doorway, I saw her face clearly. Lydia Ashcroft. The daughter of the Alpha of Redcliff Pack. The same woman Mrs. Hale had once praised at the full moon banquet for her bloodline, the same woman she had called the perfect mother for Blackthorn’s future heir. And her stomach was already beginning to swell.