Daughter Of Cinderella Novels & Stories

My dad smiled at this moment. “It's a she, so you should put in more effort. I heard she's the best among her peers. You're my very best, do everything possible to win her, even if you have to use your charms. See ya!” My dad stormed out of my office, way before I could ask further questions. “Oh boy! This is what it means to be the Duke of Cadenza and the son of the number one business tycoon in the country.” “Osas, rather than spewing gibberish, how about you help me with this, huh?”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

Ciara couldn't stop talking. " You are ungrateful. My father took you in. He brought your stupid eight year old ass into our home. " " When everyone abandoned you, we took you in. " " You brought your bad luck into our home. You killed my father just like you murdered your parents! You bloody murderer_ " She cursed, breaking the camel's back. A cold gust of wind blew through the room, and in no time, Cinderella lost control. She cried, threw every restriction into the air and attacked Ciara.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

My heart hurts just thinking that they have been cheating on me all this time, no doubt this explains why my parents have acted that way. I need to think clearly, before panicking, my father must answer for this. I can't just appear in front of him because if he finds out what I have done to my mother he will rightly kill me. I need answers, and I think the best way to do that is to question his former employees. I sent for Clara, she must know about this matter. “Miss, did she send me to call her?” "Tell me everything about my father's daughter" "I don't even understand princess, what is she referring to? What daughter?"

He slipped back and found his clothes that he wore earlier and hastily changed into it. After he successfully drove out Cinderella’s stepmothers and stepsisters, he also returned to wearing beautiful dresses as what Cinderella had worn before his father died. She is a young lady, the daughter of a businessman. So, her dress could make her pass on like a princess. After all, she is the only daughter of her father so her father has always doted on her.

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b