Dr Doofenshmirtz Daughter Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

I pulled out my phone immediately to book a cleaning service. "You can't throw these away! That's all money!" Mrs. Hearth rushed over to stop me. Calvin stopped her and said, "She's Mr. Sheraton's daughter. Her dad could easily bankrupt me if you upset her. We'd have to sell this villa to pay off debts, and then you can spend the rest of your life collecting junk!" The cleaning crew arrived quickly and even brought a truck. The whole team worked tirelessly, and by the end of the day, every pile of junk in the house was gone.

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?!"

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

That reunion has consolidated their healing. The halls once echoing with pain and silence now rang with laughter – the soft, high giggle of a five-year-old daughter named Eden Thorne. Her tiny footsteps pitter-pattered across the marble floors as she darted from room to room in a whirl of pink tulle and wild curls, her energy infusing every corner with new life.

"You're just overwhelmed. You have postpartum depression. How could a cat nurse a child like a human?" Under her consolation, my emotions calmed down considerably. However, when I woke up that night, I discovered that my daughter had stopped breathing. Her entire body had grown cold. I wanted to call for help but found that no one else was in the house. Soon, I became short of breath and died right beside my daughter. Only after my death did I learn that this was all an incredibly vicious conspiracy! My husband, sister-in-law, and even that cat all wanted to steal my body.

I asked. “Yes, you always taught me to be polite to others, and I have to be polite to Miss Harrington. She’ll be living with us from now on, right?” My nod was absentminded. “I’m sorry to ask, but did she hit her head in the fall?” Dr. Sandra voiced. That was a wild question to ask, but my daughter’s sudden cheerfulness toward a total stranger begged the question. But for someone who changed nannies as often as I changed secretaries before Nicole, she sure was acting too friendly.