Novel & Cerita Descendants Cinderella's Daughter

Gemma asked, her body shivering slightly “That this second born child, was born to have her line continued but not as a powerful FAE. You see, the first born daughter was to be the Astrid after her mother. Even more powerful than her mother actually and so she would be seeked out, her line murdered for their power. The second daughter, by the name of Lily, lived. She grew up and it is her line that went on until you’re mother Lily and father Peter” “So, I’m the direct descendant of Lily? That means I’m not the Astrid? Wait...what happened to the first 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.

“So this is what? Some curated bonding experience? You show me the family cottage, and we all braid each other’s hair and forget the generational trauma?” He didn’t even flinch. “It’s a house in the woods with a stocked wine fridge. If that’s not enough incentive, she asked this morning if deer can be roommates.” Anya blinked. “She what?” “I told her I’d ask you.” She paused. From the other room, Zoe’s voice rang out: “MOM? Can we have s’mores if we go to the castle in the trees?!” Anya groaned and dropped her forehead to the table. “You bribed her.”

She was being presented across the provinces as the ideal future mate, a high-born Lycan heiress of pure blood, gentle temperament, and immaculate grace. Naturally, the stories of the other daughter had reached my court as well. The servants and traveling merchants spoke in hushed tones about Aria: the foster child who had grown bitter, the jealous sister who couldn't bear losing her status, the convicted criminal recently released from Coldspire after serving time for treason. I had come expecting to encounter a sharp-tongued, scheming woman desperately clinging to the edges of a family that had outgrown her.

“We gave you everything you ever wanted!” “Really?” Cindy scoffed. “Alissa is the daughter of a billionaire. She’s the only heiress worth billions.” Alice froze. “…What are you talking about?” “How did you adopt her?” Cindy demanded, narrowing her eyes. “Adopt her?” Alice whispered. “She’s an heiress?” “Yes,” Cindy said bitterly. “Yesterday I found out. I thought she was just dating a sugar daddy—but that ‘sugar daddy’ turned out to be her grandfather. A Kincaid. Alissa is a damn Kincaid.”

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.

Alice's hand was like her face, and as Alice said, it should be a little shabby. "Mother, look, does this look good on me?" "Good—looking, my daughter is beautiful. Everything looks good on you.Unlike some people, she can't become a princess even when she wears diamond dance shoes. Cinderella will always be Cinderella." The mother and daughter are too tacit to understand each other. Sure enough, like daughter, like mother. Alice was too lazy to talk nonsense to them: "Sincesister likes it so much, just swipe your card and buy it."