Novel & Cerita I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter

My sister Mia and I both had a crush on Alpha Felix. But Mia was sweet and knew exactly how to act cute. Felix only had eyes for her—just like our parents. Even when Mia and I competed for the position of Chief Beta, Felix chose her without a second thought. So, I left the pack in a fit of anger, determined to make a name for myself. Six years later, I became the strongest female Alpha in North America, leading the Crimson Pack. But my family and Felix knew none of this. That is, until I heard that Felix’s Crescent Pack was facing a severe financial crisis and desperately needed a powerful ally to survive. I looked at my schedule and let out a soft smirk. The name written next to the 10:00 A

But with a family like mine, especially with aunty Gloria around, you end up feeling like crap, and then you're not so sure if you even enjoy what you do anymore. Each time I'm walking the runway, her horrid words keep coming back to me, and I have to shield my pains with fake smiles and poses for the camera. I'm going all out this time. If this man doesn't help me, I'd search for someone else who will. I'm 18. I can even have surgeries if I want. I'm done being a laughingstock! I'm going to be the epitome of perfection. From now on, that's my sole purpose in life. To attain perfection. Nothing will stop me. Nothing, at all!

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

To learn that the father she had always admired chose to devote himself to the very girl who had bullied her, while refusing to even visit her, was more than enough to plant the seeds of self-doubt. I cupped her small face in my hands and looked her straight in the eye. "Cammy, you are the best little girl in the world. Mommy loves you more than anything. Your daddy—he's blind. He doesn't deserve to be your daddy." A smile broke through her tears, and she stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on my cheek. "You're the best mommy in the whole world. And I love you the most! Forever and ever!" Warmth surged through me, so overwhelming that I pulled her into a tight embrace. In that moment, I knew—hav

His presence grew imposing as he glowered at Laila and snarled, "From now on, Zora is my only daughter. As for you, you're disowned. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be my daughter!" As Laila watched Dad carry Mom away without even sparing her a glance, panic gripped her. She turned to Simon with a tearful expression and said, "Simon, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. Can you forgive me? "I look just like Zora. You can pretend I'm her, okay?" But then, Simon grabbed her by the throat and lifted her midair. Watching how her face turned purple from the lack of oxygen, he said coldly, "You're not even worthy of mentioning her name.

"Ok, come home tomorrow morning. We have to talk. I love you, little mouse. Never forget that your mother loves you and everything I do is for your happiness. "I don't understand the content of the message, but I'm glad it won't track the girl's cell phone. It would be very bad right now if Augusto Leal found out that his youngest daughter is sleeping in my bed, or not. I smile, looking down at the piece of forbidden meat wrapped like a goddamn gift on my mattress.The thought of making him wonder what his daughter and I are doing alone in a room makes me smile.

Tina buried her head low, her shoulders hunched, like she wanted to disappear. I stopped and looked up at the sun. Then, I looked down at my daughter's hollow eyes. Amidst the overwhelming malice, I gently smiled. I took out my phone and made a call. The call only rang once before it was picked up. A man's voice came through, tinged with excitement and nervousness. "Mandy?" I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my eyes were cold. I didn’t answer his question. My voice flat, I said, "Rick, our daughter is being bullied."

"100 bucks? I'm your mother! You're worth hundreds of millions, and you give me 100?" "I've paid you the money you spent raising me," I said calmly. "This 100 bucks is charity for a stranger on the street. Not a dollar more." I looped my arm through Mason's and walked into the building. Behind me came my mother's desperate wailing, quickly swallowed by the howling winter wind. She had spent her life chasing dignity. In the end, she lost it in the most undignified way possible and became a joke. - Six months later.

"Nat… what happened to you? Don't scare me, please…" I reached out with what little strength I had left and held the trophy toward her. "Mom… am I your perfect daughter now?"

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."