Novel & Cerita Am I Your Daughter

While I was busy washing the dishes I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of the three of us together. "Mommy, come on! Let's play!" I was surprised when A.M suddenly pulled me closer to his Dad. "Mommy, do you love, Daddy Kyle?" I was dumbfounded by my daughter's question. Wait, is this really my daughter? Where did she get this question? "Mom, I'm asking you?" A.M. repeated frowning. "Why did you asked, Baby?" I asked her a gentle question "I just wanted to know, Mom, is that a bad thing?" What the! Is she really Alexandria Maine, my daughter?

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

It took four rings for her to pick up my call. “Who’s this calling in the middle of the night?” “Mandy. My daughter has been locked inside the mortuary refrigerator in South City’s funeral parlor. She will not make it. You are the only person who can reach her within thirty minutes.” “Funeral parlor?” “I am begging you.” “Give me the location. I will head there right away.”

“It is from this body you were given life.” I am not sure how she wants me to respond. She’s not my mother. I am forbidden to call her that. I was once her daughter, but not now. Not anymore. “Hate me if you will.” She says with an indifferent tone. “One day soon you will realize the harsh realities of life.” “I am familiar with them already, your grace.” I answer flatly. “You only understand the world as you know it. From fairytales and naive observations.” She retorts.

Since you love being someone else's father so much, go be one to your heart's content. "My daughter thinks you're filthy."

she assured, urging me to say what's ever in my mind. I stared into her eyes and gathered my courage to voice out my thoughts. "I feel like she is my daughter Alice," She stared at my face and her silence scared me. "Are you mad?" She smiled and shook her head. "I'm not, I just don't know what to say. What made you think that she's your daughter?" "I just feel it," It's an absurd reason. It was instinct telling me that Amari is my daughter but maybe it was my longing for my unborn child that made me like this.

According to her, I was an evil woman with a short temper who hurt her whenever I felt like it. As for Kelvin, he would take Jillian's side every time. No questions asked. "She's just a child. Why would she lie?" he would ask. At the time, I didn't want to believe that my own daughter saw me as a romantic rival. Unfortunately, it was already much too late by the time I finally opened my eyes to the truth. I scoffed as I looked at Jillian's pitiful appearance.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

Her eyes got watery. "How stupid I was? I used to think one day he would come to me and my babies would get their father's love. But I think father's love is not written on their fates. But I will give them both father and mother's love" Whispering this, Amelia wiped her tears and entered her room. And the other side Ace completed his word," She is my daughter. She is the daughter of my friend, Nick and Lilla. But she is like my own daughter"

Anita who still see them as her parents replied, " Father, I am Anita and this is Amanda. You know father, there was a time I told you about how a lady embarrassed me by calling me Amanda. She was not the first neither was she the last to call me Amanda." Her father nodded. Anita continued, "This is the Amanda. Unfortunately, you and mother can not even differentiate between your daughter and Amanda and this really got me thinking. And I have been asking myself questions upon questions. Why do I really have exact look with a stranger you know nothing about? I know some people may look alike but not to the extent of not differentiating the two. I am asking now, father do you have any thing to