Cast Of A Daughter's Revenge Novels & Stories

While I was carefully picking out vegetables at the market, my phone buzzed with a notification. I unlocked it and was immediately greeted by footage from the surveillance cameras I’d installed at home. In the video, my daughter-in-law, Ruby, was wearing a revealing lace nightgown, clinging to a slightly overweight man and kissing him passionately. The man was none other than her first boyfriend, David Sullivan. When I was reborn, one of the first things I did was install cameras at home, knowing this day would come. The two were so lost in each other they didn’t care where they were, moving from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony. That day, she came back and walked straight up to me. "Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf." I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra." "I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

Melanie just tightened her grip further, eyes darkening, “You better feel it and complain to Lancer later!” Lena pursed her lips, nodding her little head hurriedly as big drops of tears streaked down to her pale chubby cheeks. Melanie sighed, her grip relaxing, with expression also loosening, she gently cupped her daughter's cheeks, earnestly saying, “You know that I'm doing this for your own good, right?” A small quiet sob escaped from Lena's pouty lips but she still nodded, throwing herself to her mother's arms for a hug. Melanie hugged her daughter, though there was no expression on her face as she gently patted her daughter's head.

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

His voice was shaking while staying it he pulled the run his embrace "Don't act recklessly again." "Dad, if you want to get something, you have to put something at stake." She encircled her arms around his waist and put her head on her father's chest. There was a solemn expression on her bruised face, she closed her eyes and thought 'I have chosen the path of revenge for which I had even put my life at stake without hesitation, now I can not back down... Suhana Murthy, just you wait and watch how will I ruin you!' *****************

One of the reasons they fear Desmond her boss because no one wants the stone-less female killer on their tail. "Exactly who the fuck are you!? " Desmond who's been glaring dangerously at the man asked angrily raising his voice and his face squeezing in a hard scowl. "Oh yes! I forgot...I am Morgan Teddison Donahue, the son and only surviving child of Mafia lord Stockholm Donahue and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. ...wait didn't you receive my letter or hear about me? oh, I guess, you didn't. Anyway now you know Elliot."

"Don't kill me please. I have a daughter, I beg you." We've actually recovered the money, thanks to Rico, but I can't let him off the hook, no. Once a thief, always a thief. "Tsk tsk tsk. Too sad Victor, your daughter is here." On cue, she is brought in. She looks about three years old. "Say hi to your daddy sweetie." "Daddy?" "My angel. Did they hurt you? Are you alright? Daddy's going to fine okay? This will all be over and we'll go home, okay?" He tells her in a frantic rush.

I'm the daughter of a powerful witch and well protected if you've forgotten" she whispered in my ears, laughed again, and walked out. I groaned. I've ruined my life. I didn't kill my father. It was purely an accident but this witch's daughter took a video of that night claiming I killed my father and sadly, there's nothing I could do. I couldn't see where she kept the videos and I couldn't harm her also. She's well protected. I tried killing her with a silver knife but she resisted.