Novel & Cerita Book Woman's Daughter

I turned and a strange woman stood there, her eyes fixed on me so hard my stomach twisted. “Can I speak to you for a second?” she whispered, glancing toward the children as though the walls had ears. I straightened, frowning. “Do I… know you?” Her lips trembled, but her words came steady. “No. But I know you. You’re the daughter of the Black family.” The stack of books slipped from my arms, thudding against the floor. It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room. “W…what?” My voice cracked, brittle and too loud. “The daughter of… who?”

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

This wasn't the woman who had once been a brilliant researcher on the verge of a medical breakthrough. With hands that still shook, I removed the red silk gown, letting it pool at my feet like a pool of blood. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, watching as it settled into a heap on the bathroom floor. Tomorrow, I will burn it. But tonight, I had to focus on what was important, on the daughter who needed me to be strong, even when I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces.

“Dad, let’s show her the library first—she’s going to love it. Alicia, wait till you see the number of books we have in there. It’s like Beauty and the Beast had a baby with a billionaire.” I managed a nod. “Of course. This way girls.” We walked towards the library, but I kept two steps behind them, my eyes locked on Alicia’s back. The way her hips moved under that coat. The same sway I’d gripped with both hands while I took her from behind against the hotel window. The same curve of her waist my palms still remembered. “Stop. She can’t be the one.” I told myself. This is my daughter’s best friend. The girl Mirabel calls her sister.

Meanwhile, the other party is chatting nonstop about the characters in the book but they completely paid attention to one of the cannon fodders in the original novel. They already knew that the story already began but they still felt awful when they saw the mother and daughter relationship. The mother is so vicious that she even made her daughter do her awful so called task. So she could hold a countless notes in her hands again by selling her daughter body to her rich customer. The daughter is greedy of wealth too so she did not paid extra attention to her situation, if she really find out the truth or after they did the task her mother was talking about. Xia Yu already bet. Xing Xing will

"Yes, take care if yourself too. Bye and thanks again for everything" I end the call with a smile on my face. I exited the car and made my way into the store. As I made way down the books aisle I noticed a few grown women staring at me. I ignored it as I checked for the book Kai needed for school. It was just a simple maths for kids workbook. After taking it up and placing it in a basket I went down further. "There she is, the whore that stole my daughter's husband".

Calla’s Daughter – POV She stood in a bookstore, five months later. Not the same one where she’d found River’s book. A new one. Bigger. Louder. Brighter. But the shelf held it still — that soft-spined copy, still nestled between memoirs and fragments. She smiled. Reached out. Not to buy it. Just to touch it again. A thank-you. An I-see-you. A beginning, one last time. Then she turned and walked away. This time, the story was her own.

But she was not. Taking the book, Scarlet analyzed it and felt a sharp pain in her heart. The book dropped over the floor and opened emitting strong dazzling light that pierced through her eyes. She was feeling a strong pain in her heart and her head started throbbing. But composing her leaning figure, she held the book again and stuffed it in the bag. Exciting the room, she rushed downstairs at the same pace; slow and coordinated. She left the house without even saying goodbye to her parents. “She needs help. I am certain now.” Bob muttered and Jessica kept on looking at the door which her daughter left ajar while leaving the house. She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughte

The tall shelves were spotless yet empty and the only books that graced the smooth ebony were the ones that my daughter had given Enora when she got back from the trip. There was a bookstore I knew in New York. I would give them and ring and place a few orders. As I waited for Enora, my fingers relished the feel of her cool and soft body through the towel. Seeing her like that: clean, water glistening on her perfect skin, smelling divine, woke something inside of me. My fingers tapped the desk eagerly; what was taking her so long? The door opened and I perked up. “Dad?” “Bridget?”