I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel 소설 & 이야기

’ Thought Steve. “Sorry to say, Steve, it’s not about you believe but a cruel fact. That poor girl becomes prey in the dirty tricks of her own father. Otherwise, being the daughter of a business owner and a rich man, why she needs to work in that hotel as a floor manager that too while studying?”

“She is a killer, Mr. Volkov. It saddens me to say she is my daughter. She isn't a normal child. Just because she has those drugs in her system doesn't mean she will die; she chose to forget her crimes, she didn't just lose her memory.” I couldn't believe the venom dripping from her words. “Is she really your daughter?” I asked, testing her. “Yes. She is the only child I could give birth to, and she is the worst of them.” I clenched my fist under the table until my knuckles turned white. Novel wasn't "the worst." She was pure, brave, and better than anyone this woman could ever be. “I am going to spare you today because you claim to be her mother,” I said, my voice laced with venom as I lean

Of course, her mother was very angry and wanted her daughter to divorce. However, her mother-in-law didn’t believe her. She even said that Rosa was the one who abused herself to blame her precious son. Rosa didn’t give up and try to talk to other David relatives, still, no one believes her. Everyone thought that she abused herself and blame David just to have huge alimony since David had become richer.

He supported my decision to take my time with my decision and clear my head. Few hours earlier : "I made a mistake Thea. Will you forgive your father" my father requests with a shame-filled voice. "Please don't talk like that father" I try to get up from Darius's lap, but he simply pulls me back firmly against him. I guess I have to talk from here itself. I am feeling embarrassed and Darius seems to be comfortable or he simply doesn't care. "Catherine is not my real daughter. I thought you were dead too. I was so depressed. One day after a year I found Catherine and Mary on the footpath begging.

I felt lost… empty and confused… "Dad’s right, we shouldn’t tell anyone. It’s fine, Gamma Grayson deserves to be out of prison more than him learning about this… Plus, I may not be Dad’s real daughter, but-" "You are his one and only daughter, my parents are dead. William and Andrea were my parents, and that won't ever change." Yileyna cut in. "Your dad will always be yours." Dad wasn’t happy with her words, but he said nothing. "Sisters." I said, quietly giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She nodded before turning to Dad. "I do think that if Charlene wants, Gamma Grayson should also be told. I'm sure he won’t tell everyone anyway."

he asked, impressed. "Maybe," I replied bluntly. I knew that people who recognized me as my father's daughter were often more interested in my social status than me as a person. "My father is George Samuels, the owner of MAXCO." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of that wretched company. Who would have thought that the son of the man trying to defraud my father was standing right in front of me? I smiled politely at Christopher, and he returned it with more enthusiasm. Why did hearing his father's name make me nauseous while he made me feel nervous with just a look from his blue eyes?

“Then we prepare. We strike first. We don’t wait for him to make the move. We trap him before he can touch you.” I nodded, trying to summon courage I wasn’t sure I had. My daughters’ laughter, muffled from upstairs, was a fragile tether to the normal life I longed to protect. And then I realized the terrifying truth: this wasn’t about me, not really. It was about my father. He had tried to stay away. He had tried to protect me by disappearing. But now… the monster from the past had come back, and I was the only thing standing between him and the revenge he’d planned for decades.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

"Yo⁠ur stepfather h‍ad the funeral. Small. Private. You weren't‌ invited‌.‍" "Why?" "Because‌ even then they w‍ere build‌ing the nar‌rati⁠ve. That​ she was the⁠ real daughter. Y‍ou were t​he‍ sp‍are. Ex⁠pe⁠ndable." Something br‍oke l‍o‍ose in my chest‍. Somethin‌g sh‌a‌r‍p an​d jagge⁠d and burni‍ng.⁠

She clutched it tightly, gasping for air. My daughter is with the son of the man who murdered her parents. The thought tore through her. That was why she needed Anna far away from that family. But no one could ever know the truth. Anna was hers. She had raised her. She was her real mother… no matter what. ****