Novel & Cerita Am I Your Daughter

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

I looked down to see Amaya staring up at Ruby with big eyes. Ruby gasped and pointed at Amaya. “Is that your daughter?” I nodded and scooped Amaya back into my arms. “This is Mommy’s best friend, Ruby,” I told her. “Ruby, this is my daughter Amaya.” “Hi there,” Ruby said, giving her a half-wave. “Mommy…” Amaya whispered in my ear. “She’s pretty like a princess.” I smiled. “Yes, she is,” I agreed. “Okay! Positions!!” Laura barked for the final time; irritation twinged in her voice.

“Joshua Denmark, is she, is she your daughter?” Joshua picked the little girl up, and there was a twinkle of banter in his eye, “Yes, this is indeed my daughter.”

They looked at each other until Rita asked again " that girl, who is she?" Alex glanced at her briefly and lingered a little before answering "she's my daughter" he replied. "Hi" Rita waved at the beautiful girl and smile. "What's your name beauty?" She asked and Amaya answered and smiled back at her waving her hand too. "Call me aunt Rita. Will you be my friend?" Rita asked and Amaya said yes. "Will you Promise me that you will call me everyday, as often as you can. Your dad has my cell phone number.." Rita said and smiled beautifully with her.

His hair was the same deep brown as mine, though much shorter and mussed by sleep. “Go back to bed, Damon.” The woman answered, gesturing for him to go back to his room. The boy rubbed his eyes and shrugged before heading back in the direction he had come. “You must be Lucas’s daughter.” The woman smiled, turning back to my sister and I. “And if I remember correctly, you’re Annabelle.” “Lizzy. My name is Lizzy.” I answered. “Well, Lizzy. I’m sure you have questions. Why don’t I put a pot of coffee on, and we can talk? In the morning, I’ll have your father introduce you to your brothers.”

“Artemis, your words are like nails on a chalkboard to me. Your behavior is so disgraceful that no one can overlook it. You may feel fortunate at the moment that others perceive you as a gentle and delicate woman, but it’s only a matter of time before the truth is revealed and your true strength and resilience are recognized–” “I am the flesh and blood that you brought into this world, the one who carries your DNA and shares a bond with you that transcends time and space. I am your daughter! Why do you have such a strong desire to see me fail and suffer?” I abruptly interrupted her mid-sentence, causing a sudden hush to fall over the room as everyone looked on in shock and confusion.

"Hey! Didn’t you hear what I said? Get out of my house right now! Our family has already been more than generous to you. You’re the one who doesn’t know your place, still trying to steal my parents from me!" Her shrill voice stabbed at my ears. My hair clung to my scalp, dripping. My soaked clothes stuck cold against my skin, making irritation crawl through me. Still, she was my biological sister, and she was young. I forced my anger down and pulled out a strained smile. "Suri, I’m your sister. I’m also Mom and Dad’s daughter. It’s just that after you were born, I was busy and didn’t have much time to stay home with you…" I spoke gently, patiently, trying to soothe her.

"So, we need to stop seeing each other, right? That's what this means?" "Not really," she said, looking up at me. Her eyes were full of a pain that matched mine. "I will always be here for you if you need me. As a friend." "But that is not what I want!" The words burst out of me. "All I want is to be close to you. To love you. To be with you. Not as a friend." "I want that as much as you do, Leo," she whispered. "But Maya. What is the point of having a company, a life, if my own daughter hates me? Please, try to put yourself in my shoes."

And he could see me, clearly. His lips curled up into a smile, before he repeated what he said. “Sorry, you are standing on my daughter’s bunny.” That phrase alone confused me. “Your daughter’s what?” He pointed down to my feet, beneath it was a perfectly pink plush bunny rabbit. I lifted my feet from it, bent down to pick it up, dusting off any mud. The initials A. P were etched into the side of it.

"That's impossible! I saw her kneeling in front of your crotch, and I heard those sounds too! How could nothing have happened?" I sneered and said, "I've always been a law-abiding person from high school until now. That has never changed. Even when your daughter seduced me, I held onto my principles—because I knew she was your daughter. I would never touch her. "That's also the biggest difference between you and me. No matter how things go, I always stick to my bottom line. I never betray my friends. But you—you would use your own daughter for money and still try to drag me into your mess."