Novel & Cerita Dr Doofenshmirtz Daughter

“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.

"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.

Before I could say anything else, the door was pushed open and a doctor walked in. “Dr. Smith,” my mom addressed him. “This is our daughter, Charlotte Watson. You can talk to her about future matters.” The doctor tilted his head slightly. “Charlotte Watson… you’re a celebrity, aren’t you?” I gave him a small smile. “Let’s go to my office.” My mother nodded at me and I followed the doctor to his office. “Sit,” he pointed at the chair opposite his. “Thank you,” I said and sat down. “How serious is my father’s condition? What’s the risk of the surgery?”

The heavy front door slammed, a sound of absolute termination. The silence she left behind was deafening. I leaned against the cold banister, my legs unsteady. I had weathered divorce, bankruptcy scares, every hardship a business could throw at me. But this… this enemy was my own daughter. The person I had built this life for. I never knew a single, stupid, lonely night would make us enemies. The grief threatened to swallow me whole, to pull me down onto the marble floor and let the world burn. But a more insistent, metallic alarm was ringing in my skull. Giselle. The press conference. Thirty minutes.

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

While Robert was still stunned, she got out of his grip. "Janice, you hag! What nonsense are you spouting? Of course, I'm Mom and Dad's biological daughter! You're just trying to drag me down with you!" Robert looked at me angrily. I looked aggrieved. I bent down and picked up the phone, showing everyone the photo.

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

Captain Keegan takes up most of the space in the doorway. “Is everything okay in here?” He inquires. His tone is slightly accusatory. “Everything’s fine.” My mother says with a broad smile. “Thank you for being so diligent.” She says with an edge of flirtation. He seems enchanted by her. He is too lost in her eyes to care about much else. “We will meet you downstairs.” She says, as he mindlessly nods and obeys. She closes the door and latches it. “Being a witch is dangerous. If you are discovered, they will kill you!”