Dr Doofenshmirtz Daughter Novels & Stories

“Do you want a burger? Or maybe a pizza? Kids like these kinds of things.” She doesn’t even think before responding. “I will eat anything you want me to.” I breathed in a deep breath, holding my frustration in. The frustration that had nothing to do with her, but everyone involved in turning her into this mechanical doll. The Backwoods. The mad scientist. The man who had no right to be a father. I forced a smile and told myself to be patient. This is my daughter. At least, she’s in there somewhere. I turn to face Griffin, who seems to be looking at me with a complicated expression.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

What is going on? My forehead was immediately furrowed. Suddenly, the Doctor whom I first saw approached the Woman. "Hon, our daughter is in a state of shock. Let's give her some space, she can't breathe." That is when my eyes widened even more. D-daughter? Me? Wait, my father just died and now this doctor is saying that I am his daughter? Are they fooling me?

He was furiously mad. "Uhm…" I don't know what to say. "Good morning, sir. I brought your daughter home, safely. Her friend is--" he looked at me, "- was fine as her." My father softened. I think he knows this guy. He nodded. "I'm so sorry for my daughter. I know she made a mess; she is. Thank you, Doctor Dizon." See? A Dizon? What?! A Dizon?! Is he somewhat connected to that crazy old woman?

Shit. " What? Have I left you speechless, Doctor?" He speaks disdainfully, batting his eyelashes in a staged way. My body tenses, a crazy urge to grab her by the wrist and find a nice pile of hay to recreate the scene she described, but I remember that I have her son in my arms and I content myself with giving her a warning look. What is it about this woman to drive me so insane? She is beautiful, umBlonde show to be fair, but I'm a seasoned man and I've had my share of women in my life to fall under Aurora's spell. "Hey, you're here." Amelia, Aurora's younger sister, my former patient and great friend, speaks. He glanced between me and the blonde suspiciously.

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

The owner glanced up, shifting his gaze between me and the fleeting flash of a vintage family photo on his screen. He muttered under his breath, “Y’know, you bear an uncanny resemblance to the Bellandi Donna in that old picture from the 2000s. Could you possibly be her daughter? Just kidding. How could the Donna's daughter ever have her card declined? Oh. I believe you have enough money to pay for the dress, don’t you?” I offered him a faint, noncommittal smile and pulled a handful of cash from my wallet to settle the bill. In that instant, a sharp, cramping pain surged through my abdomen.

] I typed one word. [No] Then I blocked them all again. ... The knock came at dawn on day ten. I opened the door to find two men in suits—not guards, not family. Federal. "Dr. Gemma Blackwell?" the first one said. "We're with the Organized Crime Task Force. We'd like to ask you about your father's recent attempts to purchase bone marrow through... coercive means." I smiled. It felt strange on my face, like a muscle I'd forgotten.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.