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The pendant warmed against my skin, and I noticed several people's eyes tracking its soft glow. "My name is Marabelle Daisy Graystone," I said, my voice carrying easily in the hushed room. "I am the daughter of Alpha Grayson and Luna Helena Graystone." A murmur rippled through the crowd. An older woman near the front pressed her fingers to her lips, tears springing to her eyes.

She runs away from her father's house and, by luck or divine providence, finds refuge in the house of a nobleman who falls in love with her, very far from Vienna. Despite the nobleman caring for her daughter as his, she registered her in the royal notebooks as Mordred's daughter. Madison was no less crazy than her father had made her; her now false lucidity made her equal to him. Maybe it's true, and the victim becomes the new monster. After killing the nobleman who had taken her in, she became the owner and mistress of her little property and raised her daughter there to one day kill Mordred and the entire Blood family, culminating in sitting on the throne as queen.

Dad’s voice remained calm and steady. “I’m not telling you shit” Hank yelled. “Is Zelena your daughter?” “Fuck. You.” Dad nodded at Spartan and he stepped forward punching Hank in the stomach. He coughed and spluttered and gasped for air. “It doesn’t have to go this way, you just have to answer some questions and then you can go home” Dad spoke softly as he grabbed a chair, placing it in front of Hank and then sat down. After a few moments of wheezing from Hank and silent staring from Dad, he finally spoke.

Ka-Rin had moved to the front, if not she too would have been stuck. “My dear daughter, I was doomed already. The weight of the hammer had already put a lot of strain on my heart, it was only a matter of time before I would pass. The arrow was meant to strike X, but found me instead. I am happy that it choose me and not you two. Yes, if it were not for X’s attempt to deflect it, he would have been the one to pass; but I would have soon followed. All hope would have been lost, as he is the last direct descendant.” Alyisha breath was heavy and started to become painful.

He is sitting in his chair, leaning his chin against his knuckles with a furious demeanor. Lucy swallows thickly, and I watch his Adam's apple bobble. "Daisy is the daughter of Cassius, the mad Fae king who annihilated countless witches in his prime. I wouldn't get close to his daughter if I were you." My mother rolls her eyes. It's weird seeing her again, so alive with colorful expressions. She is much taller than me, but her alabaster skin is the same, and her long, cascading hair reminds me of my own. My mother is lovely, and my heart squeezes with longing.

"This beautiful young woman is the daughter of Madam Everhart, once honored as the 'Pride of Jeston Tech Industry'!" "Her mother was renowned in the tech world—a prodigy who entered college at 15, with several inventions winning first-class patents at a very young age. Investors fought over every project she developed!" "Truly an exceptional talent, and such a young woman! It's a shame she passed away too soon—the world was robbed of her brilliance!" "I wonder if Madam Everhart's daughter inherited her mother's talent…" "Doubt it. I've never seen this woman in the industry. If she had real ability, she'd be making a name for herself in research—like Ms. Lynch, the woman standing next to Mr.

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

With a voice that was suddenly loud and full of pretense, she continued, "Oh, Hazel… look at your expensive dress. How tragic. But perhaps this is a lesson, isn't it? Sometimes, something borrowed will never truly fit. Just like the position you've forced yourself into." Whispers began to hiss through the crowd. Scarlet looked around, ensuring her audience was listening. Everyone stared at Hazel; no one knew who she was, but Scarlet’s commentary sparked an immediate curiosity. The word spread quickly: she was the daughter of Leo Sullivan’s secretary, raised in the family only out of Sullivan’s "charity."

She was fucked pretty much. “Fabulous. Can’t wait,” she replied, “I’ll be on my best behavior.” “Your life depends on it figlia. Follow me. The Mad Hatter awaits.” Amberleigh took a deep breath and followed her father down The Rabbit Hole. There was no fucking turning back now…

"Elowen, your mom is dead." I froze. I had believed my heart wouldn’t stir anymore, yet hearing those words still tightened something inside my chest. My eyes stung. Mira continued quietly, "Suri—ever the ungrateful one—broke into your house at night with two blond thugs and strangled her with a rope. "That idiot thought that once her mom died, she’d inherit the house, sell it, and run away with them. Those three together don’t even add up to fifty years old. How could they possibly evade a police investigation?