Daughter Cast Novels & Stories

In front of the live-streaming camera, the large office was eerily silent. There was only the sound of heavy and frantic heartbeats. My daughter Tina, who had previously been deemed "emotionally unstable", was now the only judge. She was still trembling, but when my hand covered hers, when she saw the encouraging look in Rick's eyes, light was rekindled in her hollow eyes. Standing in front of the enormous whiteboard, she picked up the pen. In the live stream, the comments surged.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

I said. She seemed lost in thought for a couple of seconds and started to laugh as if I had cracked a joke. "You are really dumb, Selene; they played you well, and I am sure Danica is behind this," she said. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, both confused and angry. "You are so naive, Selene; I am sure Xavier decided the day. It is because they know who you are; they know you are the daughter of the moon, and they even know if something happens to you, the moon goddess herself will come to help you.

Delia couldn't finish speaking when we heard the laughter of a girl, along with some cute sounds from inside the house. I entered with Delia and my husband. We found Daniel playing with Emma in his arms on the couch, facing away from us, lifting her over his head. Emma had the same short hair as the baby, and they looked physically similar, although she had gray eyes and brown hair. Her skin was slightly more tanned than the other child's. Emma looked in our direction and reached out her arms to me. "Mommy!" I smiled and approached them. Daniel put her down and turned to greet us with a smile. He looked even more handsome than when he was at my wedding. He was now 19 and well-built, almost a

"Yes! That has to be it!" "No wonder she always acted so above everyone else. Even after getting top scores, she never reacted. Turns out it was all an act!" "She's not even the real Brooks family daughter anymore. Without her privilege, her true colors are showing." "How pathetic. Everything about her was fake. Her identity was fake, her clothes were fake, even her grades were fake…" "But hey, it's not all bad. Become a good chef in the future, open a breakfast shop or something. As your old classmates, we'll definitely come support you!"

His hair was the same deep brown as mine, though much shorter and mussed by sleep. “Go back to bed, Damon.” The woman answered, gesturing for him to go back to his room. The boy rubbed his eyes and shrugged before heading back in the direction he had come. “You must be Lucas’s daughter.” The woman smiled, turning back to my sister and I. “And if I remember correctly, you’re Annabelle.” “Lizzy. My name is Lizzy.” I answered. “Well, Lizzy. I’m sure you have questions. Why don’t I put a pot of coffee on, and we can talk? In the morning, I’ll have your father introduce you to your brothers.”

She personally cooked an entire table full of food and bought a large cake. Then she took a photo of my results and posted it on social media. The caption only had one sentence: [My daughter is amazing.] Two years earlier, I had still been a pitiful girl locked in a cellar, with broken fingers and abandoned by the entire family. Back then, I didn’t even know whether I would wake up alive the next morning. I didn’t dare imagine any kind of future. Now, I was sitting in a bright apartment while Mamma cut the cake beside me.

His words were full of such exasperation, as if I were the one being unreasonable, as if I were just another hysterical woman making a fuss over nothing. "I don't think Lily can hold on much longer," I said, my voice barely audible. "She's tried so hard." I stood up, my legs stiff from sitting too long. "Kate is in the best stage of recovery and can hold on, but not Lily anymore. Not anymore." Tears I hadn't realized were gathering began to roll down my cheeks. "She's so little to go through all this. She's only five. What has she ever done to deserve this?"

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.