For The Love Of Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Whether I'm a human or a demon, wasn't all of it something you, Justin, personally chose?" She was right. Back then, I had fallen in love with Celine when she was still a poor student. Ignoring my family's opposition, I had given up everything to marry her. I had sacrificed everything, pouring all my savings and calling in every favor to help her reach the position she held that day. But what I received in return was our daughter's mutilation and the ending where I was discarded like worthless trash. "It seems you really will only do things the hard way." Celine had run out of patience. She straightened up and shot a look at the bodyguards.

"No. I don't hate you anymore, but it's not because I've forgiven you; it's because there's no point to it. How you live out the rest of your days has absolutely nothing to do with me." Ian fell silent for a long time before leaving the documents for my enrollment and medical treatment behind. After he left, I placed the documents on my desk and sat there for a long time. Outside the window, children were running around downstairs, their shouting voices drifting up, rising and falling. Looking at the sheets of paper on my desk, I suddenly remembered the words Mom had said while holding my hand in her final moments. "Don't drop out of school, Zoey. You must finish your education and live for

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

"Man that's unlike you." "Yeah I had to," I defended myself. "But the most interesting part right now is that my father is fucking her. Athen he's fucking her even in her condition, forcing himself on the poor thing. She screams for help but no one does anything." Athen sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. "That's serious bro," he acknowledged. "But there's nothing we can do. You know that. Just let the evil man be." I grabbed my drink and gulped down the rest of it in agony. The alcohol burned going down but it did nothing to dull the pain in my chest from the mate bond.

Across the front, in my father's handwriting, were seven simple words. **To the man who loves my daughter.**

"Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard." "B-but…" Maeve shook her head in fear, and tears finally fell. "But the teacher said I'm an illegitimate child. Clarisse and Dotty said I'm an illegitimate child too… Daddy doesn't love me anymore…" I wiped the tears from her face and looked up at Jess, murderous fury burning in my eyes. "Jess, you've destroyed my daughter. I will never let you off." Jess didn't care in the slightest. Instead, she laughed. "Let me off? You should think about how you're going to save yourself first. Today is Clarisse's birthday party. You came here to make trouble and even tried to hit me and Clarisse. If

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

“I want to be a friend to those who need one and make sure everyone feels loved.” My heart swelled with pride at her words, knowing that she possessed a kind and compassionate spirit. “You already have a beautiful heart, Athena,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. “By spreading love and standing up against injustice, you are making a difference in the world. Never forget the power of your kindness.” We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of our conversation mingling with the gentle rustling of leaves in the garden. As I gazed at my daughter, I saw the potential for greatness in her eyes, a spark of resilience and determination that would shape her future.

“Would it have stopped you from ruining your marriage? From opening your legs for your stepson?” I froze. The heat in my chest flared like fire. “You know what, Ruth?” I said quietly, coldly. “I used to wonder why you never showed me love. Why you always made me feel like I had to earn your approval. Now I understand. I was never your daughter. Just your sister’s shame.” I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “I’m done begging for scraps of love from people who only ever saw me as a mistake.” She didn’t stop me.