Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

He didn’t pick the phone and answer. “Maybe daddy is busy right now. Maybe he is still in his work.” She told her. She dialed again but still he is not answering. “Later we will call back daddy, okay?” she said. She felt sorry for her daughter she felt sad. Maybe she really missed her daddy. She missed her daddy's present. “Grace if you two come home please tell her grandma to call her daddy. Maybe she missed her daddy. “ she told Grace. “Yes ma’am, I will tell madam Kristen later.” She answered to her boss.

“I didn’t see her around anywhere.” “She’s still knocked out from the alcohol you let her consume last night,” I informed. “I need my daughter home before six.” “Sure. My regards to her when she wakes up.” I have zero intention of doing that. He walked out of the library and I silently followed behind. I kissed my daughter goodbye before getting her fixed into the baby seat. Still standing outside the porch, I watched the cars drive out of the pathway. It wasn’t until they disappeared from view did I retreat into the house. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I tugged it out and answered Lucas’s call. “Lucas?”

I had no idea it would take another two hours until my phone rang. I noticed it was my father, Killian Jones. "Where are you? Why are you not at home yet?" I frowned. "I am working, Dad." "You should be at home. Don't try to be like the girls who spent nights outside home." I rolled my eyes. 'What about your own daughter?' I almost asked but kept that voice in my mind. "Come back in an hour," he said and hung up the phone. I clenched my jaw. I bet it was Evica who made him call me. She might be worrying that Logan would spend the night with me.

"I love you, Remi." "I love you too." I tell him as I watch him walk out my office. I yank my phone off my desk and slap it against my thigh. I go back and forth with whether or not to call my father. I really don't have it in me for another fight. And I just know after our conversation today; there will be an argument. In the end my daughterly duty wins out. I press the call button. My father answers on the first ring as usual. "Hey sweetheart."

And yet, here I was, lying in bed and sipping hot cocoa. “Twenty more days,” I muttered to myself. A knock came on my door and I sat up. “Come in,” I invited. Dad walked in and I tensed. He hadn’t been here since the second day when he laid his house rules. “What do you want?” I asked, with something of a frown. He didn’t answer. Instead, he dialled a number and placed his phone on his ear. “Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” he said. “I need a favour.”

“Let’s just raise the money and show up there without saying anything.” I shook my head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I continued. “I’ll call them and negotiate.” “Fine, if you think that’s the best thing to do.” I dialed the number they had texted me with. It rang a few times before the call ended abruptly. Then in an instant, I got a text. [Don’t ever try to call this number or you’ll never see your daughter again.] A suffocating weight settled in my chest.

he immediately handed the phone to Flora. Flora took the phone and said in a sweet voice, “Dad, you have been out for so long. Why don’t you come back?” I paused, not knowing how to comfort my daughter. “Well, Daddy is busy.” She said aggrievedly, “Dad, are you on a business trip? Why are you coming back? I miss you so much!” I have something to deal with and can’t go home for the time being!” “Hmph! Dad, you must have gone to see that beautiful lady again. You don’t want me anymore!”

I heard my daughter's sweet voice made me silent and I started to cry, and I heard, - Father and you, I stuttered to speak, - Yes, daughter and dad, -Father I miss you, sir, you're already home, - Well, I am, but where are you daughter and why didn't you call me before, - Dad, mom forbade her to call you anymore today she woke up crying without stopping and not having to leave the room, I took the cell phone of the caretaker to call you, Lóris, and tell her they don't know what she is doing and mi is crying also, - Daughter where are you, the final, - Father hours on the farm in our paradise in my castle, I heard her say that and I was thinking how stupid I am she went there even has nowhere

Maya POV For a split second, my heart skipped—could it be Ryder? Did he finally care that I wasn’t home? A hopeful smile tugged at my lips as I swiped to answer. “Hello?” Silence stretched for a beat, then a chilling voice came through. “Hello… daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? I hung up immediately before he could say anything else, my hands trembling against the phone. My father? Why was he calling me now? After leaving me all alone for years to fend for myself. After believing every lie his so-called wife—my stepmother—Helena, fed him. Meanwhile, she was one of the very people who orchestrated my downfall.

I didn't raise you in such a way that you would go after the first man you came across just because he is rich. - I can't, Mom. I will have a baby. His child. And now this is my home. There was deafening silence on the phone. “Mom, mom, are you all right?” Mum! Can you hear me? “I hear,” the woman answered in such a tone that her daughter’s heart was covered with a frosty crust. “I need to call my father, tell him not to waste time in vain. “Don’t hang up, mommy, please…” The girl looked at the dropped call, barely holding back her sobs, whispered. - Sorry Sorry.