Novel & Cerita Dad Daughter

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.

She certainly hadn’t looked it last night. “You’re Gab Benson’s daughter” Dad stammered. “I know your dad. I’m really sorry for a..a…” he flushed in embarrassment, “ it’s just that you look different. I didn’t recognize you.” Dad paused to take in her messed up makeup and clothes. “And my son has a history with indecent women, so I thought you were one of them. Besides, I’d no idea you guys were engaged.” I saw her smile slightly as if to say, neither did I

Dad asks from the door. “Yes, just finished the last few touches,” grandma smiles. “Sirena said it’s time, let’s head on to the garden and start,” dad looks to me, struck by his little girl. “Remi Esmeray Dawson, my gorgeous daughter, you will do great things in your life, I always knew you were going to be special,” My dad wiped a hand down his face to stop before he cried in front of everyone. “Is Wyatt down there already?” I asked dad.

Darrick whispers in my ear. My Mom is 4 foot 8, rail thin, with naturally blue hair and green eyes. In this room she looks like a child compared to everyone. I’m the next shortest followed by Dad at 5 foot 5. Laura is 5 foot 8 or more, Crystal slightly taller than that, Raija an inch above that, all the men are over 6 foot 2. “We are trusting you to care for and lead our daughter. It is a great responsibility. Are you prepared for it?” Dad asks looking Darrick in the eye.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

Then he looked down. "Gemma," his voice was soft, the kind used to calm dogs. "Your father's right. Bianca takes the docks Monday. Thirty billion in assets. She can't miss the ceremony.""She's my twin," my voice tore. "If she donates, she can save me—" "Three months recovery?" He crouched, gripping my chin. Ice-cold. "Three months of vulnerability while the cousins circle? Don't be selfish." I stared at him. My stomach churned.

A second later, my phone blew up. Messages flooded the family group chat. Voice Message from Mom: "Everyone come look at this. Look at the kind of daughter I raised. She goes to the city for a few years and suddenly she thinks she's too good for her own family. She came home just to demand money from me. I spent a little of her money and now she wants me to pay it back. After everything I've done for her!" Replies poured in right after, full of criticism and fake advice. I sank onto the floor and covered my face.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.