I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter Novels & Stories

The author's tone was completely nonchalant as they continued, "That's right. The daughter's dead. To be honest with you, my father treats me really well. He was willing to sell off his daughter with his legally wedded wife for my sake. "I also suffered from a kidney condition when I was a child. Fortunately, my father exchanged my faulty kidney with his dead daughter's. I mean, I might as well take advantage of her functioning organs since she was destined for death, no? "Oh, that's right. If you want to accuse me of being immoral, isn't my fake mother even more of a sinner? She usurped my mother's rightful place for so many years just because she looks a little similar to her. Her daughter

Cecilia’s POV “That’s my daughter,” Father said proudly, his eyes on Eva before he cast me a dismissive glance. “Apologize to Eva and your mother, Cece. You’ve upset them again.” Eva’s expression changed the moment no one else was looking. The warmth vanished. Her eyes gleamed with quiet mockery, as if daring me to expose her right there at the table. Growing up, Eva’s favorite game had been comparison. My quiet nature against her bright charm. My reserved manners against her effortless social grace.

"The Martinez family?" "You dare lay a hand on my daughter? There won't be a Martinez family for much longer."

“I know why you’re still angry. It’s because of tonight, isn’t it? Mother, I already admitted I was wrong. I just didn’t know you were so young. I only wanted your love, that’s why I…” The more she spoke, the more pitiful she made herself sound. Her tears fell endlessly while her voice softened into helpless grief, as though she were the one being treated unfairly. But I no longer felt soft toward her. This was my biological daughter, the child I had searched for over seventeen years, yet from the moment she stepped into this house, all she had done was disappoint me. She framed me, humiliated me, insulted me, and spread disgusting rumors about me. If Valentina had truly been standing here t

I call out to him but I get no answer. Thats when I see the note on the table and I just know something bad had happened. I can feel my knees go week and I almost collapse. I drag myself to the dining chair and sit down. The panic I have been keeping at bay unleashes full force and it is like my body has forgotten how to breath. I can feel myself get lightheaded and I am hyperventilating. I put my head between my knees and try to breath, it takes a few tries but eventually get in a few shaky breaths and soon I have it under control. I take the note with shake hands and my heart break in a million pieces. I AM SO SORRY. I HAVE TO LEAVE SO YOU CAN BE HAPPY PLEASE DONT TRY TO FIND ME. I AM SORR

"Hello everyone. I know you'll be surprised and probably angry at me right now but don't worry. There's time for everything. He smiled and a sharp dry cough escaped his mouth. As you can see, I'm old and grey. I've lived a beautiful life. So beautiful and I'm satisfied with it. Life is complicated and perfectly Imperfect, but we have to make the best out of life no matter what. The doctor said I have one month to live but... Right now, I just want to live one more day. I've been through a lot in my lifetime and I need to rest." "Like seriously... Why don't you play this somewhere else instead of interrupting my daughter's treatment!" Fiona fired.

The business man; his birth, his daughter’s birth, his daughter’s death and his wife’s suicide. They all ignored my presence, not knowing I was there. Not knowing a thing about me. But I knew everything about them, their dreams, their fears, their thoughts. Until it started building up, it led to a crescendo that I was powerless to stop. So, I screamed letting my voice fill all the cracks of all the pain I felt. Then it stopped. The voices, the memories they all stopped. And then I heard a faint voice. “Sorry. If I could just get this for my daughter.” I would recognize that voice from anywhere.

"I thought no one would accept me for being me, for having a blood of my father. But here are you guys, loving every inch of me. Even my flaws, my imperfections. I may not be good but I will be the greatest for you." Talia smiled. "That's my daughter..."

I answered in a low tone. " Nunca pedí nada de esto y dejé de llamarme tu hija. No me posees y nunca me poseerás. No soy tu hija Alejandro Martínez, nunca fui tu hija y nunca seré tu hija (I never asked for any of this and stop calling me your daughter. You don't own me and you will never own me. I am not your daughter Alejandro Martinez, I was never your daughter and I will never be your daughter)" I snapped with my voice raised as Miss Hae Soo tightened the wires around my wrists. " Eso es lo que piensas eh? (That's what you think huh?)"

“I needed my parents.” Mom let out a shaky breath. “I miss you, Fallon.” “You miss the version of me who did what she was told.” “No,” she said, reaching for my hand. “I miss the version who used to call me when she couldn’t sleep. Who used to sit on the kitchen floor and cry about a dream not working out. I miss my daughter. Not the perfect one. Just… you.” I stared at her. Searching for the lie. But it wasn’t there.