Baki Author Daughter Novels & Stories

she says while busy taking her graham ice cream. I suddenly frowned. "Who's father and daughter? Why are you stressed about that father and daughter bond? Who is them?" "What? Did I say something father and daughter?" she asked as if she was still surprised by my question to her. "Yes, there is. Hello, are you with me Brianna Eleanor Garcia? It's like your brain is traveling right now to that father and daughter's whereabouts, huh?" I suspiciously state.

"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."

"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."

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

"Who dares cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party?!" Jess looked as if she had seen a savior and immediately rushed toward him, crying. "Aaron! You're finally back! This bitch hit us! Save us!" Clarisse cried out as well, "Daddy! This bad woman bullied Mommy and me! Punish her and that illegitimate child!" Under everyone's gaze, Aaron slowly turned his head, and his eyes locked onto me.

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

He was probably infuriated. After putting Cecelia to bed, I started searching around the house. When I drove Cecelia to the kindergarten in my previous life, the teacher found those photos in my bag. Naturally, someone must have taken those photos and kept them in the house. I searched all the rooms and finally found a locked iron box under Cecelia’s bed. I tried unlocking it using her birthday, but it was wrong. Then, I tried using Eric’s birthday. It was unlocked. I was struck dumb when I opened the box. At that moment, I finally solved the puzzling mystery. I finally understood why my daughter had tried all means to get me killed.

" I could tell she didn't like what I said because her eyebrow raised. But she still chose to smile at us after nodding at Manong Julio. "Dylan told me that you would be coming today." She paused for a moment and looked at my daughter. "Who is she?" "She's my daughter, Thalia." I turned to my daughter with a smile. "Introduce yourself, baby." Thalia faced Dayana and smiled. "Hello! I am Thalia Gaviola! I am turning three this month. Nice to meet you!" "Hi! Nice to meet you, too!" She smiled at my daughter. I already had a guess as to what she was thinking.

He pulled his phone out, and his large, scarred face had softened, his lips shifting from their grimace into a warm smile. “Look,” he’d said, his eyes melting at the corners. “This one, the eldest girl there, she’s my Poppy. We named her that because my mate and I were brought poppies as a baby shower gift, and we decided that it was just perfect. We live in a little cottage, down by the woods, and we have a small garden. We make sure the garden is always full of poppies.” I felt my eyes pricking with tears, but Bloodlust gave me no time to respond before he was showing me his next daughter.

“Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.” I was so excited to meet my daughter. Andrew led the boys into the room once she and I were cleaned up and decent; Jacob crawled up into the bed beside me while Neil stood next to his father. We all looked at the little blessing. Jacob spoke up, “She has white hair.” I smiled; this must’ve been what she meant. I haven’t had a chance to tell Andrew about what happened to me, but he didn’t ask questions or anything; instead, he looked to our son and said,