Novel & Cerita Am I Your Daughter

she teased, grabbing her mat. The door clicked shut, and I found Daddy in his study, typing on his laptop. I leaned against the doorframe, my sundress short and flirty. "Alone at last," I purred. He looked up, eyes darkening. "Isabella, your mom's barely out the driveway." "But she's gone," I countered, sauntering over and perching on his desk. My legs parted just enough to give him a view. "And I'm so wet for you, Daddy. Touch me."

My heart was beating so fast because I couldn’t tell what was going to come out of Amber’s mouth. “That human girl is my daughter!”

“What's wrong with you, Elise? Where is Suzy?” She can see that Elise is hesitant. Kumunot ang ang kaniyang noo at parang alam na niya kung ano ang pinoproblema nito. “Where's my daughter Elise?” Dahan-dahan itong umiling. “I c-can't find her. Kanina narito lang siya, naglalaro. Umalis lang ako saglit para sagutin ang tawag—” “For pity's sake, Elise!” Halos mapasigaw siya.

Rage shot straight to my head. My vision went red as I shouted, "That's complete nonsense! Let my daughter go right now, or I'm calling the cops!" I pushed forward and tried to get to my daughter, Heidi Foster. The two maids blocked me hard, sneering like I was a joke.

She allowed herself to appear normal. As the mother and daughter walked out hand in hand, Margaret suddenly said, "Your brother came back before you. Have you seen him? Let's call him down together." Claire's heart skipped a beat, and the instinctive panic raised her pitch a few notches. "No need! He's already an adult and can come down on his own." "But I'm already upstairs; it wouldn't be right to call only you and not your brother." After leaving Claire's room, Margaret, without any suspicion, pulled Claire towards Lennox's room.

"I'm fine ma. When did you return from your trip?" "A few days ago. Is my daughter in?" "Yes she is" "Okay" I left him and went straight to the door. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open "Who is it?" "It's me, Gloria" "Oh! Mom"said Madison She opened the door and gave me a hug "Welcome mum, please have a seat" I sat down and she told Nelly to serve me a glass of water but I declined "Mom, how is Dad?" "He is fine. You know his always busy with work. What of your fiancé? Where is he?"

"I am your daughter, Father. I have always been your daughter. Not in words but indeed. That heart of yours has always held me close even after the news of my death. I don't know if you have other kids, but I am your first and most cherished child. I was the Jewel of the royal house when I was Alive with you. You can vent your anger and displeasure as much as you do, but I won't take it if you say I am not your daughter. Because you know very well that I have your DNA. Whatever has happened between you and mother, let it go. I'm here now, I'm back into your lives, and anything else besides happiness, I don't vote for it" Alice declared.

I smiled as my daughter came to me standing beside me with her arms holding mine tight. " Angela" my daughter smiled as the young Woman daughter also smiled to her with a wave. " Do you know her?" The young woman asked her daughter. " Yes,she's my class mate" the young girl smiled while I looked at her. " That good " I said. "Nice meeting you," I said, smiling at the young woman who still held on to her daughter. "And by the way I'm Amelia, and this is my lovely daughter Emily." I similed. "I'm Sarah also , and this is my little damel daughter Angela," the young woman replied, smiling back at me with almost same friendly tone.

In Addition to the fact that Amanda is still in prison for the murder of my father, the only way to clear my name is to tell the truth to the public. The door swung open, and my daughter, wearing a pink dress and bunny hairband, entered. Behind her was Emily, chewing a gum. “You know you should get yourself a car. I’m not your driver.” I faced her and smiled. “Thanks, Emily.” She rolled her eyes and looked at my daughter. “Love, your mommy has a meeting today, so you’re coming with me. Is that okay?” I looked at Emily worriedly. “Emily, Klay is still…”

"She’s..she’s not your daughter." "What?" I whispered. "She has told you too? Does it make sense to you? I raised that child, donated blood everytime she felt sick, paid for all het surgeries and today, you both want me to believe she isn't mine. Let's say i already know, what next?" "She’s mine." Adam said, his voice steady now, like he’d rehearsed it a thousand times. "Blair is my daughter." I stared at him, then at Amanda, waiting for one of them to laugh, to say it was a cruel joke. But Amanda’s eyes shimmered with tears, her face pale with dread.