Book Woman's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It looked ancient, and as my eyes touched its words I felt as though I was in the presence of a very old, very powerful being. My eyes pricked with tears. The raindrops hit the window beside me, splintering and splitting into two halves. Outside, I could see the figure of the wolf statue that Alpha Felix and Luna Carla had got us as a house-warming gift. A single drop of rain ran like a stream down the centre of its image, clinging to the glass pane of the bay window and trailing into insignificance as it fell to the wet ground below. I turned back to the open, withered pages of the book. I flicked through it, my fingers careful as they ran through the papers. One word caught my eye: Life.

“Now that I have this proof. Let's see who dares to stop me from becoming the noble Lady of Rothnor! Do you see it right?!” That man was crazy. This woman and her daughter were crazy too. Why could money turn the people who were previously gentle and simple to become so cruel and depraved like this?? The satisfied woman folded the paper, tucked it into her long gown, and walked away. Before leaving, she added a few more sentences that completely dumbfounded Alice: “Let's send her away gently! As for her... a small reward for you. When you're done, clean it up. My little daughter, let's hurry back to our mansion.”

Together with her lady, they stayed at the back of the crowd to avoid getting from the mess, waiting by their carriage. "No, I want to see him...." The lady said. She was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess, Lady Vienna "Estelle" Thaleia Xaviera. Growing up as a spoiled and bratty child, she had always thought that she was the female lead, but when a handsome mysterious man gave her a book a few days ago, she learned her whole life was superficial and her fate was already decided in the book. What more, she learned that she was a villainess. And that is why she can't just keep still.

"I've come to get something and would be leaving,She whispered and went into the mansion. She entered the living room,she saw two people sitting on the sofa. Clitton was back already before her ,dressed in a black house suit,and he looked so handsome,his cool face was unprecedentedly soft. Close to him was a woman wearing a moon white floral dress,her long black hair parted in the middle of her head and she seemed cool. She's a pretty girl,and her pale skin adds a touch of pity to her softness. From a distance ,it looks like a white flower that one would pity. Kelly,his first love is finally back .She is Felix's eldest daughter. Mr Felix's company collapsed after a car accident and Mrs.Felix

"Razor mouth it is, you must have disrespected the wrong person. And who other than the King can put you here?... Your own father." She sighed almost frustrated by his words, but guilty at the same time. She thought about how damaging it will be for a father to throw his own daughter in a cell. In the Kingdom's eyes, it was right because she had caused a lot of trouble and shouldn't be exempted from deserved punishment. "Did you see the book?" Zane brought her back to reality. "No, I couldn't possibly find the book, I was heavily watched and there were too many books in the library." She tried to hide her remorse, but failed.

“He didn’t just sell your son. He sold your mother’s life to pay his debts. Now, hand over the book—or we kill them both, right here.” June gripped the book so tight her knuckles hurt. This book could save Dante. It could give her back her life, her son. But if she used it, her mother—the woman she thought was dead—would really die. She glanced up at the hospital window. Dante was inside, helpless. Her father sobbed at the door. She was a wife. A mother. A daughter. But she could only save one. June stared at the man in white, then down at the book. The world pressed in, heavy and cold. She stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper, cold as ice.

"Second, if you want financial support, we can settle it in court. Let a judge decide if it's fair to leave everything to one daughter and demand money from the other." I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty, and dropped it on the table. "For your cab back to the station. From now on, whatever the law requires is all you're getting from me." Under their stunned stares, I turned and walked away. As I pushed open the café door, the early spring breeze brushed across my face, carrying the first hint of warmth. For the first time in my life, I finally knew how to live for myself. *** The next day, the receptionist called. "Ms. Everett, there's a woman downstairs claiming to be your mother. She

"So tired. If I disappear one day, will anyone even notice?" My father's knees hit the floor. The notebook slipped from his hands. His back bent like a hollow shell. My mother crawled over and picked it up. She read one page and broke down crying. "What have we done..." My father's voice was shattered. The Guard watched in silence. He nodded to his colleague. "Mr. Vance, you are being detained on suspicion of negligent homicide." In the interview room, my father sat motionless. "Based on the scene and the healer's report, your daughter died from internal bleeding caused by blunt force trauma." The Guard pushed photos across the table. Close-ups of the forging table corner. "What happened?"

She was laughing at everything he said, her eyes sparkling with interest. My gaze drifted across the room, searching for something to latch onto. That’s when I saw her. In a quiet corner of the hall, away from the chaos and the drama, sat a beautiful young lady. She had glasses perched on her nose, and her head was buried in a book. It was her. My second daughter, Rose. My bookworm. Looking beautiful and all Disney coded, like a damn princess.

And here he was, doing it himself—no Leo, no aide—picking up his daughter from some dingy, unnoticeable bookstore. A whim. That's what he kept telling himself. He had completed a brutal acquisition call an hour early. Instead of driving to his penthouse to stare into the same glass of stale scotch, he told his assistant to cancel dinner tonight and turned the car around. His daughter was more valuable than his sporadic and hollow "I love yous." This was an attempt—a cold, awkward one—to reach for something real again. He hadn't expected the street to be so quiet. Julian's eyes scanned the tiny shop wedged between a boutique flower store and a yoga studio. **Chapter & Soul**. The title glowed