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He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"He is more of a man than you are." Daniel's eyes widened. He looked truly shocked, as if I had slapped him. "So it's true," he whispered. "You are really allowing a kid into your life. Everything Maya is saying is true." That stopped me cold. "Since when did you and my daughter become gossiping partners?" I asked. My voice was ice. Maya and Ethan had hated Daniel for what he did. They were only nine when he left, but they understood the betrayal. They chose me. They wanted to be with me, not him. They called him "Daniel," not "Dad."

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."

My damn story. How was it possible that I had fallen in love with him? The man who, without knowing, was tied to my story from before I was born. It was as if we were trapped in a plot written by hands that loved irony. Me, the daughter of Silvana Morais’s damn affair, given up for adoption like a dirty secret. And him, widower of the legitimate daughter, who grew up surrounded by everything I was denied. How do you ignore that? How do you just accept it?

By the next day, I realized I'd only traded one hell for another. When I was twenty-one, Vera's fiancé, Tristan Schulz, got drunk and barged into the storage room where I slept. I got pregnant. I got married. Now I was about to die. And weirdly, the thought didn't even hurt anymore. Then Luca twitched at my feet and mumbled, "Mom." My breath caught. I gave a bitter laugh and looked at the kidnapper filming everything. "Give me another chance." *** The second call was to Mom.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

Dada cut in smoothly, his gaze locking with Papa’s, “we are also a powerful family.” The tension between them shifted immediately. Papa turned to him, clearly not impressed. “God, Jay, you are not helping the situation,” he said, frustration slipping into his voice now. Dada leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression finally sharpening. “Helping the situation is understanding what is actually going on,” he replied. “And more importantly… how on earth our daughter got pregnant without sex.” That landed. Because that? That was the real problem.

She took another look at him, and he looked even more dangerous than Steven. "Like I said earlier, my brother's first wife got pregnant, but your daughter was the reason for it, she had someone come into the house through my help to rape her, though we didn't plan for it to lead to pregnancy, but it did and we couldn't change it so we had to live with it Your daughter, only introduced the girl to me

"I have a son, he is five years old and his name is Sunshine. You are gonna meet him where we are going." "Oh my God, I'm so so amazed to hear this darling, that means we have a grandchild?" "Yay yah. Aiden impregnated me, I got to know that Chloe asked him to kill me as well but when he arrived at my room as he claimed, he couldn't kill me because I was so beautiful to him. So he raped me and got me pregnant in the process, it was later I discovered and since then I had to vent for myself." "Hmmm, I know what you passed through, it was a whole lot, I'm sorry to hear this. Now we can enjoy." Mom assures me, patting me on the back.

“Carol Lowe, from the day you came back, your heart hasn’t been with us! We waited ten years for you, hoping every day to bring you home and grow closer to you. “But what did you do? You’ve been cold to us from the start, constantly clashing with Leila. What, do you think we owe you something?” “Yes, you do owe me,” I thought. For the first time, my heart stirred—a faint ripple, like a single drop of water spreading across a still surface. The ripples grew larger and larger until they surged into towering waves. I stared at my furious dad and at my tearful mom. Then I asked them, “If, on the day I came home, I’d chosen Leila’s room, would you have let me stay there?”