Novel & Cerita Am I Your Daughter

Taking a breath, I tried to think of a basic question. “So, Alpha Devon Cross is your father.” She snorted. “Way to fail right off the bat. That’s not a question. It’s a statement, idiot.” I rolled my eyes. “Alright. Let me rephrase it then. Are you the daughter of Alpha Devon Cross and Katerina Williams?”

"Don't bully my daughter." ...

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.”

“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."

"You are precious to Mommy." "I've always been grateful to meet you." Cheryl released her hug for a moment. She also wiped away the tears that suddenly rolled down her cheeks. "To me, you are my mom." Lily's smile grew wider. "You are my most beloved daughter." She helped Cheryl dry her tears. "Don't ever feel like that again. There's Mommy. There's Papa. Grandma, Oma Nita, Opa Rianto. Everyone loves Cheryl." The girl nodded without hesitation. "That's why I don't want to call that person mom. Until she answers my questions honestly."

Right, my daughter? "Mom..."

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.