Where Can I Read 'From The Moment My Daughter Learnt To Speak' Online?

Rosa had suffered emotionally and physically abused by her husband. She had endured it for five years just for the sake of her son. After she had been raped and abused by her drunken husband, she found out she had another child for him. She makes up her mind that she will run away with her baby from her husband. She left her son but take away her baby far far away. With hope, she can start a new life and found new happiness. With help from her half-sister, she living well with her baby. However, after she starts to rent a house and work, she found out that she again makes a bad decision. Her big boss is a lazy bum and always makes trouble, his temperament is worst than her baby! What is even worst??? Her big boss is her housemate! Now, she wonders is she work hard to support herself and her baby or for her big boss?

Born in scandal, raised in shadows—Mira has only known the scorn of being an Omega’s daughter. In the harsh hierarchy of Pine Shadows Pack, her life is marked by grief and servitude. But when her mother dies mysteriously, Mira begins to unravel a past darker and more powerful than she ever imagined. Bound by secrets and driven by resilience, Mira embarks on a journey to discover her true heritage. Alongside Eryna, a rogue healer, Mira decodes her mother's hidden journals, uncovering a conspiracy of poison and power that spans generations. Her path leads her to Moonlit Pack and into the heart of her real lineage—one where love once blossomed secretly and betrayal took root. Caught between two rival packs, Mira's unique abilities, strength, and immunity to silver make her indispensable. Yet, amidst political turmoil and brewing war, her greatest challenge emerges in the form of forbidden love with Liam, the Alpha heir who once scorned her. Can Mira bridge the bitter divide between packs, unravel the corruption poisoning their bonds, and embrace her rightful destiny? Or will the weight of hidden truths shatter her newfound identity and the delicate peace she's fought so fiercely to forge? "From Omega’s Daughter to Alpha’s Daughter" is a riveting tale of romance, courage, and redemption—a story about the power hidden within us all, waiting to be discovered.

I was the biological daughter of the Stone Family. With my gossip-tracking system, I played the part of a meek, obedient girl on the surface, but underneath, I would strike hard when it counted. What I didn't realize was that someone could hear my every thought. "Even if you're our biological sister, Alicia is the only one we truly acknowledge. You need to understand your place," said my brothers. 'I must've broken a deal with the devil in a past life to end up in the Stone Family this time,' I figured. My brothers stopped dead in their tracks. "Alice is obedient, sensible, and loves everyone in this family. Don't stir up drama by trying to compete for attention." I couldn't help but think, 'Well, she's sensible enough to ruin everyone's lives and loves you all to the point of making me nauseous.' The brothers looked dumbfounded.

The day Sophia discovered she was pregnant was supposed to be the happiest moment of her life. She rushed to the man she loved, ready to tell him they were finally going to build the future they had always talked about. But before she could speak, she heard it. “Lena is pregnant… and I’ll take care of her and her child. I’ll take responsibility.” Those words shattered everything. What she didn’t know was that the woman he was talking about, Lena, was not his lover… but the wife of his late half-brother, and the child carried a burden tied to family duty, not betrayal. But Sophia never stayed long enough to find out the truth.

As I casually opened the online forum, a trending post at the top caught my eye. [Share the wildest thing you’ve ever done.] I clicked on the second comment, which seemed to contain just one line. [Without a doubt, it was the night before my buddy’s wedding when I had his wife come over for a “quality check.”] However, the poster kept adding to the thread. [That night, the woman tricked that idiot into thinking it was a bachelorette party, but she actually spent the whole night at my place. [She said she didn’t want to sleep with just one man forever and needed one last wild night before tying the knot. [By the end of the night, her throat was nearly raw from all the screaming. [We kept going until sunrise, right there in the wedding car her husband was supposed to pick her up later that day.] [Not only that, but even after they got married, this fool kept bringing his wife over to my place for dinner. [He’d help me in the kitchen while I pinned his wife against the fridge and kissed her. [He’d be glued to the game in the living room while his wife knelt in the bathroom and took care of me. [One time, when he passed out drunk on my couch, his wife and I had our own fun on the carpet beside him. [Every time he rolled over, we’d both jump. It was the thrill of knowing we could get caught at any moment.] The image loaded, revealing the familiar interior of the wedding car. The lucky charm I had given my wife dangled from the rearview mirror. My fingers momentarily stiffened, and I nearly dropped my phone. A wave of nausea rolled in my stomach as a chill crept up my spine. Just then, a hand appeared in my field of vision, waving in front of me. “Calvin, what are you zoning out for? You’re at my place, and you’re still on your phone. Come on. Dig in while it’s hot.” Wyatt Preston, my friend, grinned at me. Yet, his eyes kept straying toward my wife, Queenie Jennings, who was sitting beside me.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.