Novel & Cerita Am I Your Daughter

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.

You are nothing but a priced jewel of mine, my rare diamond, my daughter. You are…me. ______________________

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.

Confirm what my instincts already screamed. Was Debbie my daughter?

My daughter Nina always told the truth. At a Family dinner, I was smoothing down my custom gown in front of the mirror when I asked her, "Does Mommy look pretty in this?" She pursed her lips. "Honest truth? It doesn't matter what you wear, you're the ugliest one here either way." The FBI once took me in to "assist with an investigation" for three days. When I got home, I asked if she'd been worried about me. She shrugged. "Honest truth? You're too stupid, Mommy. Getting hauled off like that, you had it coming." My husband, Vincent, teased her once, asking if she'd take care of Mommy when she grew up. She held out her hands. "What's the use of her once she's old? You said it yourself, D

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"

Pride and ego had blinded me to her warnings too, and now the weight of my failure pressed on my chest, guilt clawing at me from the inside. I dialed Abby’s number, my heart hammering. If she was going to shout at me, I was ready—but please, don’t shut me out. I exhaled slowly, thinking carefully about what to say this time. I couldn’t afford another mistake. “Hallo?” A tiny, hesitant voice came through the line, sharp and curious. My throat tightened. That tiny voice… that should be… my daughter. “Amy?” I whispered softly. “Yesss!” She singsonged. “Who dat? Mommy’s friend?”

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