Novel & Cerita Daughter Destroyed

He didn’t know how should he persuade her. Suddenly, he looked at the little girl’s face after hearing the sounds of her sobbing. With the light of fire, he could see tears were rolling down her eyes ceaselessly. “They said my father has betrayed our country. They said my father is a traitor” She continued sobbing. “They killed my mother, my unborn brother, they killed Xin er. They thought she was me because she was wearing my clothes” Yin Yue was crying her eyes out. “I do not want to live too”

"Just as expected. A person becomes a product of their environment. A child raised in that kind of place was bound to grow up crooked." "Chloe, you're the daughter your father and I worked so hard to raise. Once you get into Westbridge, you must continue to work hard..." That was how parental love worked. Whoever was more outstanding, whoever brought them more pride and prestige, became the one they loved most. Meanwhile, Yvonne sat in detention, waiting for her parents to bail her out. What she received instead was a legal document severing all parent-child relations with the Brooks family. Only then did she finally realize she had been completely abandoned by her family.

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

“From this day forth, you won’t be on record as John and Katy’s father. Their surname will be changed from yours to mine. They’re my children, and they’re children of this country, but they’ll never be yours again. You’re not worthy.” Martin fell heavily to his knees. His last shred of hope was gone, and his will had been completely broken. He knew with absolute clarity that he was finished. Several guards pulled him away from me and forced him to the ground. They held him there as the villa that once carried the Gray name was reduced to rubble by the bulldozers.

“You, your perfect Alpha dad, his holy crusade. You killed them all.” “They were rogues,” Cassie mumbled, weak even to her own ears. “They attacked people. They—” “They were my family!” Daisy shrieked, fist slamming the window. “My mom. My dad. My little brother. All gone because your father decided we were too dangerous!” Tears streaked Daisy’s cheeks, but her face was twisted, hard. “I was away, looking for food only to come back to nothing but bones and ash.” Cassie felt her skin go cold. “Daisy, I didn’t know”

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.

Every night. It was also under the stars that his father kept on staring at her mother’s picture back when he was young. Back when Deanna died young too, a part of Darwin seemed to crumble away with the wind. But it was his father who suffered the most. Every night, Damon would weep while staring at Deanna’s picture. And every night, Darwin’s heart would do the same. He may not see his flowing sorrowful tears wet the carpet floor—or perhaps he didn’t notice—but his fist would always clenched when he saw his father like that, heard his father like that.

The line went dead and I struck the phone against the floor with a sharp curse, the force of impact damn near shattered the phone into bits. My Father may have protected her father and fate may have taken my revenge but nothing will stop me from destroying his daughter. Dian, Jojo, Josephine or whatever you call yourself, I see you, clear as fucking day and this is just the beginning.

The city we were leaving behind. "Will it ever end?" I whispered. "Today it did. Elizabeth is finished. Marcus is dead. Richard is dead. Your father is running." Damien glanced in the rearview mirror. "We won, Flora. We actually won." But as we drove, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. Against instinct, I checked it. One message: "You killed my daughter. Destroyed my legacy. I will find you. I will take everything you love. And I will make you watch it burn. This is not over. - Victor Kane"

The server lights exploded in showers of sparks as D-1's voice rewrote the very frequency controlling the Lazarus network. Jeff shouted over the din: "She's destroying the protocol!" Father lunged for the emergency override—but D-1 moved faster. Her bare foot connected with his chest, sending him crashing through a control panel. Wires sparked around him like a vengeful halo. The original daughter turned to me, her dripping hospital gown clinging to a body identical to mine at sixteen. When she spoke, her voice held echoes of the chamber's harmonic destruction: "Mother. You came." Then she collapsed into my arms.