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“But he’s not invincible. Stay back, Sophie. Protect the girls. Watch for openings.” Darius’s smirk returned as he gestured toward the scattered papers. “Curiosity… greed… desperation. All human traits. Your father had them. And so do you.” He moved closer, and my stomach sank. “What does he want from us?” I whispered, voice trembling. Lucian caught my hand, grounding me. “Not just from us… from your father’s past. He wants something Dad protected. Something powerful. And he believes you have the key.” Darius suddenly lunged again, faster this time, aiming to grab one of the envelopes containing my father’s most sensitive documents. Lucian intercepted, and the struggle became a blur of motio

she murmured. For the past two months, ever since Emily had heard about the rumours of Talon and his father fucking her daughter, she had become strangely proud and excited. She was proud of the fact that her daughter was fucking the same man who had once fucked her along with his friends—and this time, it was with his son. From the way everything was unfolding, it seemed like they were the men Zevara said loved her, which Emily believed they did, judging from the news circulating on social media. She was proud that while she had once been his slut, her daughter was now their love interest.

Slap. Harder than the one I gave Ashley. Rachel hit the ground. The baby started screaming. I looked down at her, my voice colder than ice. "Get out." "Now. Right now." "If I see you again, you won't get a single cent." Rachel picked herself up, clutched the baby, and shot me a look of pure venom. "You're going to regret this." She left. With the child. And a check for fifty million. I stood in the empty chapel, staring at my father's portrait.

The large poster was spread out her — her whole pride. Alexander sat beside her, laid an arm around her shoulders, and looked at the work his daughter with a smile that shone from the inside. “Tell me again what you did,” he asked quietly. Emilia radiated and pointed with his finger on the individual elements: “Here is the title image: “My superhero family”. And in the middle you are, Dad! As a superhero with cape and a big “A” on the chest. Because you always repair everything and protect us. You even have a hammer in your hand — as

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“Come closer, girl.” Darius’s hand pressed harder against my back. I stepped forward anyway, stopping a few feet from the throne. The Emperor studied me longer. “Your father promised me a useful alliance. Instead he sends a cursed daughter no one wanted. Tell me, Elara Voss, do you bring death wherever you go?” My throat felt tight. “I bring whatever my father forced me to bring, Your Majesty.” He laughed, a dry, rasping sound that echoed off the walls. “At least she has a tongue. Good. You’ll need it here.”

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?

Chu Xun looked at him faintly and said, "Call your father out and let me have a look. If you can't call him out, you will die more miserably than them." The Son of God was stunned. Why was it different from what he had imagined? Shouldn't Chu Xun be polite at this time and send him away? "Haven't I told him clearly, or does Chu Xun have a poor understanding? My father is an Immortal Emperor. An Immortal Emperor! The most terrible Immortal Emperor. Aren't you afraid?" "What the fuck! This guy bought the title of the Son of God, right? Maybe this guy is not the biological child. Could the child of the Immortal Emperor be so stupid?" Flaming Qilin felt incredible.

They left the police station like a zombie in a daze and headed straight for the hospital. At that moment, Summer was still on the call with the fortune teller. "Sir, I've already given you so much money. What else do you want? I'm only asking you to tell my parents that they must find me a suitable bone marrow donor, yet you're asking me for two hundred thousand dollars? Where am I going to get so much money from?" My parents overheard the phone call as they entered. "What did you just say?" Brian ran over to her and snatched the phone from her. Seeing the phone number on the call, he laughed derisively.