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I looked at him intently. Drake: Look, I understand. She's your partner, you want to be able to take care of her, spoil her the way she deserves, and I won't stop you from buying her things tomorrow, but I want to be able to buy her things. I want to be able to buy her her first grown-up clothes, her first toiletries, perfumes… I've missed so many firsts. It's important to me. I want to be able to spoil my daughter… I haven't had the chance to… but now I can. Alexander: Okay, Dada.

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.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

Neil stated then turned to his father, “Do you agree, Father?” “If you actually think you can make her a queen, then fine. But don’t expect me to take her back in if she doesn’t cut it. I say put her in a room and only use her for pups.” Nuray’s grip tightened more, which told me, get her the hell out of here. I smiled,

The timestamp was from a month ago. My fingernails broke from gripping the chair’s handle, but I did not notice. “Five steps. She planned five steps to murder my daughter.” I heard the voice coming out of my throat, yet I did not recognize it. Officer Furlong closed her laptop. “We have charged her with illegally detaining your daughter and intent to harm. As the victim is a minor and the method was especially cruel, we will suggest the heaviest sentence.” “What about that group? There are more than three hundred of them.”

“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.

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.

He dropped the baby and that action let blood flow in my veins properly. “Please, let my daughter go. She doesn't have anything to do with this! She wasn't the one who killed Lisa or your child. Let her go, please.” I actually didn't have any grudge with her. I just wanted he to suffer and go through something traumatic because she was the reason this whole thing happened. Her father also had a hand in this whole madness so why should she go free? Everyone of us was paying something… “Your daughter allowed herself to be used by you. She knew she could always come to me for help if she didn't want to do something. But I have nothing to do with her. Release her.”

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.