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Then she said the cruelest thing they had ever heard. "But your real daughter is already dead. So what now? Besides me, your fake daughter, are you going to have another kid?" They stared at her in disbelief. How could the daughter they had loved for over a decade say something so heartless? As the police led Vera away, she laughed like she'd lost her mind. She looked nothing like the girl she used to be. *** Inside the interrogation room, the kidnapper had already confessed everything. Hoping for a lighter sentence, he'd handed over all the evidence and begged for mercy.

She let go of him. "Mommy! Mommy!" Her daughter comes dangling towards her with speed, while clutching a book. "Darling." She couldn't afford to tell her own daughter why she was crying, so she just smiled weakly, and stroked her daughter's hair. "What are you doing?" "Was getting myself busy." Zoey wanted to chortle at her daughter, who would have thought that her own daughter would have ended up this smart? Her daughter, Zara winged the large book into her face. "It's a good book!"

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

The other guests no longer linger and started to leave. “Tsk. She should find out who they are first before she kicks her.” “How would you know who they are? You can’t judge a book by its cover, so it’s better to be polite. She’s beautiful but it doesn’t mean she’s playful.” “Yeah. Thankfully I didn’t join that dumb woman in bullying Ms. Stockton.” “Who would’ve thought she’s John Stockton’s daughter? I heard she’s the only daughter in the family. I understand why they are so mad.”

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

"Oh, Mei!.... Come here" A beautiful girl walked towards them she was wearing a tight white short dress showing off her curves, she smiled looking at him. "She is my daughter, Mei" Kyro just casually nods again without even looking at her, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. If it wasn't because of that damn auction, he wouldn't even care to come here. That girl flustered the moment she looked at him, he was like those handsome CEOs from novels who every girl wants to be with. She was feeling nervous but still acting confident she extended her hand out towards him as she wanted to impress him "Nice to meet you, Mr.Andernson"

I shot back, upset that he was yelling at me in front of this man. “You know nothing!” Father replied almost immediately. He finally walked away from the window and went to his library of books. He didn't say anything for a while, he was searching for a book. I blinked, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he found what he was looking for because he pulled a big book out from the shelf and dropped it on the table. “Kyra Dew is the daughter of Dew Fredrick Gem.” He began. My gaze didn't leave him for a second. “So?” I asked.

I said, nudging him with a grin "And who's your money on?" he teased, tilting his head toward them. Before I could answer, Alina, Lilith and Kirill's seven-year-old daughter, walked out from under the pergola with a book in one hand and a plate of macarons in the other. She was the picture of quiet sophistication, her dark hair neatly braided and her posture perfectly composed, she climbed onto one of the chairs, opened her book, and began nibbling at the pastries with an air of independence that only Alina could manage.

“ I have always wanted to know what it would be like to have a papa. I am very grateful for everything Mama has done for me and I don’t want to sound like she wasn’t enough. She gave me so much love and time and magic. She taught me how to do everything I will ever need to know how to do. Outside of my dark abilities, that is. I feel confident I will learn everything I need to know to make this clan and both of you proud inside the library. I make it my mission to absorb the books here. I will be ready.” Bastion could hear the shared determination in his daughter’s voice. She did not seem to hunger for power as she was not lacking in that area. She only seemed to hunger for knowledge. Knowle

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?”