Novel & Cerita As The Only Daughter

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

“I have done everything you instructed me to do. I have positioned myself near Dominic, I have remained available, I have been patient. But he barely acknowledges me now.” He leaned back slightly, unimpressed. “I even attempted to secure a pregnancy,” I continued, lowering my voice. “But it is impossible” My father exhaled sharply. “I do not understand how you are my only daughter,” he said flatly. “For someone raised under my roof, you display remarkable foolishness. Why on earth are you delusional? Which man in his right senses will be with a woman that has manipulated him and also slept with his brother.” The insult hit its mark, but I refused to shrink.

She added. “Girl… you better shut the fuck up, I am my mothers only daughter the one who comes first and still comes last, Do not play with me,” I shoved her voice away. And shut her out. But the truth stayed lodged like a dagger in my heart. And now… here I was.

I stopped in my tracks, speechless, then turned around and calmly replied, "The Langley family only has one daughter and that is me. "I must've missed the memo—since when did a housekeeper's daughter suddenly become qualified to inherit our company?"

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

“Anna was a bit of a troublemaker growing up.” “Of course she would be. She literally had you wrapped around her fingers.” Mom added coming to my rescue, and I shot her a thankful glance. “She is my only daughter; she is allowed to.” Dad retorted, and they all laughed. Even I had to force laughter out, but Davy remained so uncomfortably still that fear began to build inside me. What if he actually tells them?

“They handled it.” Amara’s scream tore through the room. “No! Caleb—how could you—she is our daughter—our little girl—my baby—” Caleb exhaled, annoyed. “Amara, please don’t start—” “Start?” she cried. “My baby is dead! Our daughter—” “Be rational,” he snapped. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Her world pitched violently. Her vision collapsed. And before she could scream again, darkness swallowed her whole.

After taking my mother to court for the tenth time, I lost again. A reporter tracked me down. "Your mother picks through garbage just to put you through school," she said, "so why do you keep suing her?" I looked up at her. "Can you follow her in secret for ten days? Hidden camera, around the clock. Do that, and I'll tell you the truth." The first footage went up the very next day. By nightfall, I was the most hated woman on the internet.

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.