Novel & Cerita Daughter Of The Drowned Empire

It's not because she is scared that he might kill her, but she felt like this conversation is leading somewhere deeper. "You said you are the daughter of Empress Catherine." Blaire nodded her head with her furrow eyebrows, waiting patiently for him to drop the bomb. "So that means you're also a mermaid, right?" Blaire's jaw dropped as her jeweled eyes went wide. As if reading her expression, Evander massaged his forehead and smiled faintly. "Did I hit the nail by its head?" Blaire couldn't react to the sudden confrontation. She knew how the topic of mermaids became taboo after the war but she also knew that she couldn't deny it because of the blood oath.

Sobs wracked my body, violent and heavy, tearing from my chest like they were being ripped out of me. I slumped down, my back hitting the tile wall as I slid to the shower floor. My knees drew up to my chest and I wrapped my arms around them, curling into myself as small as I could possibly make myself. As if making myself smaller could somehow protect me from the truth of what I was. The daughter of Vittorio Castellano. An heir to an empire built on blood and fear. The abandoned...daughter. The sobs continued, each one shaking my entire frame. I couldn't breathe properly, couldn't think past the crushing weight of grief and betrayal and fear that pressed down on me from all sides.

He glanced down at his hands. They were trembling. Why the hell were they trembling? He had watched her on that stage. Exposed. Humiliated. She had been displayed like an object. Like property. And yet something about that moment had pierced through him in a way he hadn’t expected. For the first time since arriving at these vile auctions he had actually felt something stir inside him. Interest. Possession. Control. Maybe she was the key. The daughter of the man who once walked his empire like a god. Now reduced to nothing. And her? Left as the final remnant of that shattered empire.

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.

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

He began to tell me as he held on to me and pulled me down to lie next to him in the flowers. “When my Dad turned eighteen, he found his mate only a few weeks later, My Mom. She was an Alpha’s daughter, so she knew very well what it means to be a Luna. So when she had gotten comfortable here with Dad, she wanted to go away, to finally grieve the way she had never had the chance to.” He tells me. “And that’s why she was in a human city,” I say more as a statement than a question. “Yes. River Ash is known for doing anything to avoid humans. So she felt like she could be there, without drawing attention to herself.” He says, and I nod my head.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Rory fired when she had clear shots, her heart hammering but her aim surprisingly steady despite the terror pulsing through her veins. Dominic Sinclair watched the violent scene unfold from behind the cover of his vehicle, his mind a chaotic battlefield of deep internal conflict. *She is my only daughter. My blood. My legacy. Every empire I built through blood, sacrifice, and ruthless decisions was meant to secure her future — to give her power, wealth, and protection from this cruel world. And now she chooses this? A dangerous life on the run with the man who was supposed to be loyal to me?*